|Mediocre mothering at it's most satisfactory!|
Before bed is the best time to spend with your little one. I don't read my kid books or sing her songs. I just tell her stories about my life and she chooses to sleep... or pretends to. Doesn't matter.
He referred to me as his "girlfriend." I referred to him as "this guy I know." I have issues with commitment. I AM a single mom. Anyway, we were intimate one night. It wasn't our first time. We were in the missionary position (It's not always a bad move). All of a sudden, he withdraws from me and gets on his knees on the bed. He started nudging up to me, closer and closer to my head. I just laid there on my back, confused, wondering what possible fancy sex move I was about to experience. Right when he was about to do what he was about to do, I realized what he was about to do! My confusion changed to shock. I saw IT expelling from him and coming towards me. It was like watching, in slow motion, a garden hose unravel, aim at me, and start spraying right at my face! My shock turned into survival mode. Like my black friend's mom when she's yelling at him, I rolled my neck from right to left and dodged those missiles as if my life depended on it. My sheets got a little messy, but at least I saved face.