I thought I had time. A few years at least, maybe (hopefully) more. But today, it began. Aidan got off the bus and after only a few minutes of quality time, the phone rang. It was a girl. And it was for Aidan.
I know I am doomed to a life as the pyscho mother to three boys. Today I had to hide slight tears gathering in my eyes as I handed that first phone call to Aidan. Evidence, of course, that my pyscho mommy days are closer than I would like them to be.
The first conversation lasted only a few minutes. Aidan told me she had to get off the phone because "her dog pooped and she had to clean it up." Ah, such is the stuff of kindergarten romance.
Not to worry though. She called back another EIGHT times over the course of the evening, until we finally put a stop to it at 6:30.
I am not ready for this. Just not ready at all.
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