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It was an exhausting week on all fronts. My job had been long, hard, and unrewarding. After work, I was rushing to get a garden started in the mud left by heavy spring rains. Laboring until dark, I hauled topsoil, built beds, and planted seedlings that were fast outgrowing their containers.
My wife, Lori, who is a traveling nurse educator, had been away all week. And so I also spent two evenings running my daughter and a friend to their lacrosse games, cheering them on, and taking them home. Friday morning and afternoon I spent with my son, visiting a college and then helping him pick out a tuxedo for the prom.
When I got home on Friday evening, a message on the answering machine informed me that two relatives would be coming the next day. I wanted to see them, but worried about finding time to entertain. Is this how single parents feel after a normal week? I wondered. My heart went out to them. At least I could look forward to Lori’s return that evening. But then she called, too, sounding upset. Her flight—the last one for the…
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