Some nights can be downright exhausting, especially a Sunday night. After the week and weekend have kicked your butt, you sit down to prepare for the coming week and following weekend. My planner and notebook are always within arms reach. When you’re a single parent, there’s no “Tag, you’re it!” You have to handle everything single-handily that comes at you. You don’t always get a time-out to regroup despite the strong desire to do just that. It’s tough. It’s challenging. But, it’s also rewarding and empowering. Sometimes, when you’re so tired, and there’s still laundry, dishes, bills, you forget to see the real picture. You’re surviving. You’re kicking butt and taking names. You’re getting stronger. You’re learning to juggle a lit bit more day after day. You don’t even stop to think that if you had some help, it would be easier. During my separation and after my divorce, I used to get angry when life piled up on me, and my children needed me. I would torture myself thinking of my-exhusband and his girlfriend/wife drinking wine alone in a clean and organized house. And, here, there wasn’t enough of me to go around. It was just me. Then, one day, as I was handling things on auto-pilot, it struck me that “just me” was enough. I could handle everything despite being exhausted. I felt stronger than I had in a long time. I reveled in the fact that I, alone, was handling life without help. So, on nights like tonight, when I’m dragging along, I think to myself how strong a woman I am to be handling a home, being a mom to four children, and taking care of myself. I do it alone because alone, I am enough.