Three times now I have tried to paint my nails while looking after my children alone. I quit. The final straw was when Jack fell over the side of the playpen, partially onto Charlie, scaring the crap out of him. Even rock chick blue nails aren't worth that much stress.
Because of Babes' manflu, I was on my own taking all three children to a party today. Just trying to get ready while looking after them took it out of me completely. The nails, the rearrangement of the face, the "I've got nothing to wear" crisis - all much easier if you have a man around who only needs to throw on trousers and a shirt and can then play with the kids while you pamper and pluck, enrobe and embellish. Eventually, I got Babes out of his sickbed to help me out.
My admiration for single mothers reached new heights today. I tell you if I was on my own with three kids, I'd never go anywhere. I'd just sit at home and talk to my cats.