Single momdom has hit me square between the eyes today.
Kids home from NM.
Flash has flown the coop, after more or less living at The Okey Dokey for a month while the kids were with my mother-in-law and father-in-law. Yet he came by with hugs and kisses as he retrieved his drum (playing with Gene and Zack tonight), his Bluetooth charger, his blue shortie bath towel that he Velcros around his sexy hips when he’s feeling modest. Or chilly.
Guess he’s out of here for a while. Shit. Continue reading “The Honeymoon is Over”