Anya has pnemonia and is in the hospital. Tina is staying with her. It’s not that bad, though — she should be coming home soon. But I’m exhausted. Taking care of Rachel and our Boston Terrier Archie is a full time job. I come home and I spend the whole evening managing both of them — even with twins, Tina and I trade off on responsibilities, and the nights get easier. But alone, it’s just me. No trade-off’s.

Anyone who says single moms are asking for it, or have it easy should go ahead and piss off. I’d love to see those big, red-blooded manly men who are so critical of single mothers take care of twins, much less a single baby.

I’ve finally figured out how to get Rachel to give me an hour or so to wash her bottles and eat dinner — I put her in her car seat with a choice of toys. She switches between the two, and is relatively content. That’s a trick I learned tonight — it probably won’t work tomorrow.

Okay, off to bed.