So everyone knows the change we're going through at my house, right?
A roommate and her son are in.
For the most part, the transition is going smoother than I ever thought it would.
While things aren't easy, we all seem - dare I say it? - happy.
Rye smiles, laughs, plays. We snuggle. He helps out around the house. He is just a good, nice, beautiful boy.
It's not like he gets ugly then ... he just gets needy.
And he has come up with a million reasons why he can't sleep in his bed.
More times than I am proud to admit lately, I've caved and let him sleep with me. Last night, he said, "I promise this will be the last time ever that I sleep in your bed."
Uh, yeah, right.
I've been doing blog entries just about every day on momaha.com. I wrote about this topic there, too, today and asked others to share their stories.
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