The boys and I are trying to return to a normal life. Not sure exactly what that is. Been so long since we've had it. Or did we ever really have it?
They started school, which means I also started school. Single working mom chores engulf most of my day:
Get myself ready for work
Get the boys ready for school
Work (for waaaaaaaaaaay too long)
Clean up dinner (seriously? It took me HOW LONG to make it yet only 10 minutes to eat it?)
And that's when it hit. That's when I found it. I actually smelled it well before I saw it and pulled it out and recognized it for what it was.
To anyone else, it would just appear to be a shirt. But to us, it was Daddy. It still smelled like him.
I immediately brushed it up against my cheek and took a long draw.
The boys knew something was up, as I was in mid-sentence when
As I lay here in bed, dirty shirt tucked in next to me, I realize just how incomplete we are without him. Come home soon, Baby. We're running out of laundry.