Sometimes Being a Single Mom Is Scary & Chaotic

I left the crying, barking puppy in her crate where she couldn’t get into trouble and I carried my son into the bathroom. He said he didn’t have to throw up again so I stripped off his puke-soaked PJs and started a shower. After a quick shower and reluctant teeth brushing, he was shampoo-fresh, in clean jammies, in my bed, sipping an orange Gatorade.…

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