I had a terrible weekend. My kids were gone and I never realized how much of my time they took up until I was home alone for two days. Let's say I went into a deep state of depression and ended up taking 25 vicodean to get me through the weekend. The bad thing about it was that I actually woke back up. The kids didn't even miss me all I heard about was how much fun they had nd how come i wasn't able to provided them with weekends like that. I hear all of you when you say that the boys need me well theyhave a really funny way of showing it.
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