I am a single mother again this week. Sad. Hopeful. Lonely. Exuberant. Mad. But strong. J decided over the weekend to abandon me, Footlong, and 6-inch. He left yesterday, suitcase in hand. On a fixed wing aircraft. Direct flight to Atlanta. A brief layover was his and then a connecting flight to Savannah. I’m praying him home. I anticipate late Friday night for the working of my prayers. Say around 10 pm or so.
My surely sweet souled mini-adults have buoyed their mama tremendously with her sadness. Did you know there is a place where children can eat pizza and playing games is theirs? Rides too? A place like that is such; it’s called Chuck-E-Cheese. You can visit chuckecheese DOT com for special deals on tokens. Licked a piece of pizza with a look of wonderment on his face 6-inch did. It was beautiful. He looked amazed. “Mama,” his face thoughts conveyed to me, “this tastes so much better than synthetic milk you but in my baby-friendly drinking receptacle!” Wolf down three slices of pepperoni pizza Footlong did with a burp to boot!
Today will be spent having quality time on the internet since I paid attention to the kids yesterday. Footlong has a list of chores, and 6-inch was told that he must change his own diapers. I need some me, me, me time on my computer and phone. They missed me yesterday. They missed me. I don’t know if J did but I’m sure he did but I’m not positive so I’ll say he might have missed me.
Where is Footlong with my vegan non-dairy macrobiotic breakfast? FOOTLONG! FOOOOOOTLONG! MY BREAKFAST WHERE IS IT?
Oh fuck it. I’ll just have a donut.
This is a gramatically incorrect work of fiction. Duh.