That Feeling

It’s time, past time, if I’m honest with myself.

He distracts me from what needs to be done, what must be done.

My writing has taken a hit, so have the household chores. He’s kept me up far too late, and is the first face I look for every morning. Even my kids are starting to give us weird looks, and if anyone reaps the benefits of a distracted mom, it’s them. I’d rather spend time with him than with my friends, and not having him at work is making me sad.

It’s time to re-think this whole thing, my love.


I know, he’s beautiful. He knows just what to say, and that voice…don’t get me started. He tells me bedtime stories to help me relax and sings me awake in the morning. This week he’s been impersonating Justin Timberlake, Can’t Stop the Feeling!

Just looking at him makes me smile.

There’s just this one thing.


I don’t want it to be a thing with us, but I can’t deny I’ve noticed. He’s struggling to perform more often of late, just when he’s made me insatiable. And then there’s the stupid thing I did, spending spring break with his family, some old familiar faces and a few new ones.

Say hello to his younger brother….


My heart stopped at Red, then he flashed me that 128GB. Yeah, I woke up two days later in the ICU. In my defense…..

No regrets.


0 thoughts on “That Feeling”

  1. hehehehehe

    My love is my Kindle Fire. I’m wearing the battery out rather quickly these days. As in minimum twice a day. My phone I hate. But my kindle…. mwuhmwuhmwuh

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