Seven days and two or three near "I'm running aways from home" moments later, The King is finally back.
In 14 years he has never looked better. That's 50% thanks to the 45+ pound weight loss, and 50% gratitude that my days as a single parent are over.
Hon, I am so, so, so happy that you are home. Please promise that you'll never leave me alone with the monsters again- oh wait, that'll never happen. Well, at least don't leave me until next Sunday when you head out to Connecticut. Then again, there's Baltimore the week after that and Arizona two weeks later.
Never mind. Just stick to the continental US and we'll be good.