And for one terrible second, I almost laughed.
Diapers.
Crying.
Bills.
Apparently those were now reasons to abandon a family.
I barely remember the next few hours.
I got Ben out of his crib.
Made boxed macaroni and cheese.
Answered questions I didn’t know how to answer.
“Where’s Dad?”
“Somewhere.”
“When is he coming home?”
I had nothing.
Then came bath time.
Seven boys.
Seven bedtime routines.
Seven goodnight kisses.
Seven versions of,
“I love you.”
One of the boys stopped me in the hallway.
“Mom, is Dad okay?”
“He’s
