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The Secret Exploits of a SAHM – Chapter Twelve – Where’s the Other Daddy?

30 Aug

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Where’s the Other Daddy?

By D.M. Wright

I keep staring at my children in disbelief. They are so much bigger/older than I remember. Why am I missing so much time? It does not make sense to me.

I am at the park with the boys. My oldest is pushing the baby in the swing; my blonde one is chasing some poor girl with a stick. I should probably stop him. But I just sit and watch. I am on a bench off to the side. It still hurts somewhat to breathe so I am taking it easy. My husband couldn’t recall the doctor saying there were any broken ribs, but he says those are easy to overlook.

“Mama!” The baby giggles and waves at me.

I wave and smile back at him. What hurts the most is my time missing from being with this baby. I was so happy to stay at home with him to capture and enjoy every moment of his baby life that I missed with the other two. I feel as if this time has been stolen from me. I am so angry with this unknown person that ran me off the road. He is lucky that he did not stick around. We would have had words.

My oldest is so good with the baby. He is taking care of him and being a great big brother. He takes a lot of pride in the fact that the baby looks just like him as well. You can completely tell that they are brothers. The blonde one looks just like his Dad. Except for the blonde. And sometimes he gives me these looks that are just like his Dad’s as well. They make me want to smack him! But I love him to death anyways.

He comes over to me with his stick and sits down next to me.

“Mom?” He waves the stick around, narrowly missing both of our eyes.

“Hey, take it easy with that, please.” I say as I duck away.

He lowers it to the ground. “Sorry.” Then he says, “Where’s the other Daddy?”

I frown at him. “What other Daddy?” This kid is always batting out of left field. I never know what he is going to say.

“The other Daddy! He came with us to the park, took us swimming, to the zoo…” he exclaims.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry, honey, I don’t know who you are talking about.” I pat his hair. When it grows out, it really grows out, not down. He has a little “fro”. And the ends get really blonde so it looks like a halo, which is ironic.

“Mom! You need to remember!” He was starting to get upset.

“OK! I’m sorry. When was the last time we..you..saw him?” I smile at him gently. Maybe he is imaginary. Kids often have imaginary friends, right? My husband works quite a lot so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made up an imaginary Daddy.

“I can’t remember the day. But it was when we went to the hotel and then Grandma’s.” He frowns.

“Hotel?!” I smile, “Wow! We were big spenders! How long did we stay there?”

“A couple of nights.” He is still frowning. “I feel like you are not believing me.”

He is such a smart kid. “I’m sorry, buddy. I just don’t remember, but I’m trying to be nice.” I shrug helplessly.

“I know.” He plays with the stick in the dirt. “But you need to try.”

“OK. I will try, I promise.” Easier said than done. Little does he know that I’ve already been trying.


I decided not to mention the “Other Daddy” to my husband. Who knew what can of worms that might open.

“How was your day?” I smile at him as he walks in the house.

“Wonderful!” He smiles. It seems like a tight smile but a smile nonetheless.

“Good.” I smile again, but definitely unsure. And a little uneasy, but I don’t know why. “I made some spaghetti for dinner. The kids already ate, but I waited to eat with you.” Another smile.

“Ok. You didn’t have to do that, though.” He frowns.  “You could have eaten with them.” He grabs me into a hug. “I’m sorry I’m late again. I am trying to be better.”

I smile and relax. Glad that that is all he is grumpy about. “I know.”


I sit up in bed, gasping for air. My dream holds all sorts of answers for my memory, I just know it. But it is disappearing as quickly as my sleepy brain awakes. I sigh.

Maybe I should see a hypnotist. That should do the trick! I will find one first thing tomorrow.


The Secret Exploits of a SAHM – Chapter Eleven – A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

1 Feb

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A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

By D.M. Wright

I open my eyes. I find myself lying in a bed. It hurts to move. I hear a steady beeping sound. Hospital. I turn my head to the left. He is sitting beside me.

“Hey,” I whisper and smile.

He grabs my hand. “Oh, babe, thank god you’re awake. I’ve been so worried!” My husband stands and kisses my forehead.

“What happened?” I furrow my brow, trying to remember. The last thing I do remember is playing with the baby. The baby! My boys!

“Where are the boys?!” I try to sit up.

“Whoa, take it easy. They are all with your mom. They’re fine, honey.”

I relax. “So, what happened? Why am I here?” I pull at my IV line.

“You were in a car accident. You don’t remember?” He frowns.

“No. Were the boys with me?” I get worried again.

“No, you were alone.” He squeezes my hand. “It sounds like someone was trying to run you off the road. People are so crazy these days. There were no witnesses and the driver took off.” He kisses my hand. “I am just glad you are ok.”

I smile at him. “My head kind of hurts but I feel fine! We’ll see when I actually get out of this bed if the story changes.” I pat his hand. “I miss you. You work too much.”

“That is all going to change, baby. This accident has scared me and made me realize that nothing is more important than my family.” He stands to lean over and kiss me.

“I’m glad.” I smile. “I’m sad that this had to happen to make you realize that, but I am also glad it did.”


“You have amnesia.” The doctor reported. “Luckily, you remember everyone in your family. It sounds like it is just temporary. Your brain is making you forget the accident and has reset itself to a happier time. This happens in serious head injuries. I am sure you will remember eventually. Just don’t give yourself a headache trying to do so.” He smiles, shakes my husband’s hand and leaves the room.

“Excellent! Are you ready to go home and see your boys?” He smiles and helps me up.

“Yes, please!!”


“Mommy, I am so happy to see you!” My middle son runs over to me.

“Oh, baby, me, too! Let me look at you!” I can’t wrap my head around how much they have grown. “You’re SO tall! What did GG feed you while I was gone?!”

He giggles. “Normal food. You weren’t gone that long!” He shakes his head.

I am frozen with an unknown fear. My children are much older than I remember. And my baby! He is ridiculously larger than he should be. My brain must have wiped years from my memory.

I shake it off and hug my oldest and said fat baby. “I missed you guys!”

“I missed you, too, Mama.” My oldest smiles and I can see tears in his eyes. “And I missed Daddy. I am glad he’s home.”

I smile. “Me, too. He said he wasn’t going to work so much anymore. Isn’t that great?”

He nods.

“Who wants pizza for dinner?!” My husband shouts from the kitchen.

Screaming fills the house. The baby even yells from my arms, “Za!”

“I think you need to cut back on the Za, baby.” I poke his tummy.

He giggles. “Mama!”

“When did you learn to talk?” I whisper. I felt tears coming. I feel like I missed the best part of his life. And at the back of my brain is a tickle. I feel like I am also missing something else very important. But I can’t remember.


I am standing in the bathroom after a shower, examining my body. That car accident really did a number on me. There are bruises everywhere. I took a deep breath. I even have a faint pain in my rib cage. I will have to ask if the doctors mentioned any cracked ribs.

I put on my pjs and climb into bed. I am exhausted. Mentally and physically.

He comes to tuck me in. I see concern in his eyes.

“How you doing?” He lifts the blanket over me and sits next to me on the bed.

“I’m tired.” I yawn.

“I bet.” He kisses my forehead. “You get some good sleep. I am sure you will feel refreshed in the morning.”

“OK.” I smile. “I love you. I am so glad to be able to have you take care of me.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He grins.

I am out before he even closes the bedroom door.