To be clear, my kids have a dad in their lives. They live with him three days a week. They say they are going for bike rides and sneak into his apartment to eat six hot dogs (a real thing my daughter did today).
But someone has to be the dad at my house. And it’s me.
Amelia
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. As a single mom, I think I also deserve a gift. For all the times I’ve told them to close the door and stop air conditioning the outside. For complaining about leaving the lights on. For standing on the patio and saying “we really need this rain.”
