Brian returns home this afternoon after his week with his dad. Similar to a wedge tornado he has the capacity to create quite the wide path of damage when he roars through each room on his way back to his bedroom.
Wait! I had a clean home here just a minute ago.
One shoe is by the door, another in the middle of the living room, his backpack on the table, lunch pail hung on a doorknob, dirty sock here, and a baseball cap there.
I do miss him though. The place is too quiet when he is not here. When he goes to his Dads it’s nice the first two nights, then it becomes this long waiting game for the shoes on the floor, the wet towels in my bathroom, the constant, “Mom, mom, mom, mom” to return.
Last year, John suggested there was possibly a story here in this blog. The beginning, middle and the end of my Hashimoto’s problem along with the stories of life as a single mom raising Brian.
We could call it “How I Did Everything Wrong and MY Life Turned Out Right Anyway.”
It could be a fucking saga.
Until nest time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
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