this morning #956.

this morning, the wind was kicking up dust all around me as i busted my ass to make it back home before the kids woke up & noticed that i’d left them alone while i hurried out to get something. it’d only been about a half hour. forty-five minutes? i brushed a few specks of the dust from my eyes. took in the partially-dark skies. looked out at the horizon. roll clouds were rolling in. it’s clear that a storm’s on the way. if i’m right, there’s no way we’re making it to their dad’s place this morn. not until the storm passes, at least. they’ll definitely be let down when i tell them. him? not so much. sure, he’ll raise a fuss but we both know that he needs until the afternoon to get himself together anyhow.