I wish I was organised. I wish I was able to cope better. I wish I was just a little less useless at this single parenting gig.
Today I was cooking Sunday lunch for the two of us. Everything seemed fine until I started dishing out.
Two people and three plates of food.
In auto pilot mode I had gone back to the days of being a family of three.
At least my son found it funny and the puppy ate well…