working late
I missed his call. I went with the banquet manager to straighten out a detail, and missed my son’s good night call. And so, instead, I got the daily report from my mother: our next door neighbor had stopped by for dessert and the Kid read her a Skippy John Jones book.
Even though I’ll work until 2AM, I’ve asked my mom to be sure he calls me before he goes to school. Who needs sleep when you’ve got love?
I didn’t speak to my little ones tonight, either.
Sigh.
oh sweetie! that’s horrible that you missed his call. i hope the rncc is going well and that you won’t have to go thru the traveling again. it sucks!