Love my crazy life

 


The sun is shining, the pool is open, and the boy comes home from Dad’s tomorrow. I feel just a little lighter now that the worst of my stress has come and gone with no major drama. Jacob is driving himself home from Dad’s in his new, gently-used pick-up. I am happy for him that he finally has his own wheels and happy for me now that he will be paying his own insurance. I am nervous about him driving all that way on his own and a little sad that he is grown-up enough to have his own vehicle—just another one of those catch 22 cosmic jokes.

We blew the cobwebs out of the pick-up this...



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