Needle and Thread Anyone?

My pants have a hole in them.  The pants I want to wear on the plane on Thursday.  It's 815pm, and I have no needle and thread.  Tomorrow at lunchtime I have a meeting which will more than likely last the entire lunch hour.  Wednesday, I have an appointment during lunch, rendering it again most likely impossible I'll get to stop at a store to get needle and thread.  Why not go after work?  I have to race to pick Tate up at daycare always praying I'm not stuck working past 5pm to get to him on time.  We run home, he eats (sometimes we eat together) and then we play for, if we're lucky, 15 minutes.  Then he's in the tub, and into the crib around 7.  Much later and he's a hot mess.  He wakes at 530am no matter what time he goes down...be it 7pm, 725pm, 815pm or heaven forbid later.  When he gets less than 10 1/2 hours of sleep he's cranky.  Oh he wakes up happily enough, but breakfast becomes a whiny disaster and it can easily snowball from there.  So, my baby needs to be in bed by 7.

Back to my pants.  If I had a partner, he could run to the store for me and get me my sewing kit.  I could run out once Baby Tate was in bed, or even during bathtime!  In the middle of the night if I was out of infant Tylenol, someone could run to CVS and pick up some overpriced meds.  If I needed ketchup for dinner I could run out and get it.  These are the simple quandries that come with single parenting that can just put you right over the edge.  If one more married or partnered friend tells me her husband doesn't really help with the kids or he gets home too late to do more than kiss the baby, so I'm like a single parent, I'm not going to be responsible for what I say.  Yes, I chose single motherhood, yes I did.   But that doesn't mean it doesn't come with it challenges, big and small.  Their husband and/or partner can pick up the medicine on the way home or run out at 2am and pick some up.  Need milk...send out your partner.  I need milk...Tate will have water for dinner and breakfast.  Oh I have some fabulous friends and neighbors who will come over and sit with him while I run out, but I rarely bother them.  Needing milk isn't an emergency, needing to take myself to the ER is.  I'd rather save those calls for then.

So, tonight I sit here wondering if I can order needle and thread on Amazon and it be here in 2 days.  Free shipping and all makes it a real temptation.  

Too bad I can't really sew.