Motherless Mother’s Day (Day 1)

imageDo you remember when your dad was taking care of you?  The pancakes were harder and shinier and more dry-wallier than mom’s.  The crust wasn’t cut off the sandwich. Bedtime came two hours early. We’re making memories like that this weekend. 

Becky’s out of town until Tuesday.  It’s just me and the three little people.  It’s only the littlest one I’m worried about though. She’s three.  And a little screamish and antichristlike for the next twelve months or so.  Luckily, I’m a soft rock star.  I know all about tantrums.  And I’m not afraid to throw one if I don’t get my way.

So far so good though.



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