Soleil (Six Years later)
“Mama”
“Mom”
“Ma”
“Mommy”
Four kids and four ways I get called for the same fxcking thing on the regular. Many times one would think that I’m the only adult that lives here. I guess that’s what I get for boldly claiming “My kids, my rules” six years ago. Their fathers have made sure I swallowed those words more times than I care to count. As if I could.
It doesn’t bother me as much as I bxtch about it but at times like this one, I wish I could come home to just a simple and quiet household after a long day of work. I know that’s a luxury I can barely afford in this day and age. Matty is twelve and wants to try everything known to man. The triplets are only six going on seven but you might as well call them the terrible three. Separately, they’re the best. To
