What do spectacular single moms do on Friday nights?
Snatch a cardboard box from work and build a car (oh wow that’s so amazing!) for their three year-old (I’m three years old, you’re thirty-nine years old) while watching Up (awww that’s a soft doggie) and cooking dinner (hmmm this mac n cheese is slurp slurp slurp).
And drinking a glass or two of Pinot Noir (this is exactly what I needed) while eating two freshly baked fudge brownies (sweet baby Jesus, I am a fine cook).
One cardboard box and she thinks she’s the luckiest kid ever.
Or perhaps it’s because I simply made the time for her.
…Naw. It’s the cardboard box.