Life, Love, & Laundry — vomit

Back in the day, it was normal for moms to stay home, and mine was the best. I was what they call a “mama’s boy”—and proud of it. We were together 24/7. She was my best friend, my lunch partner, my chauffeur, my everything. The thought of leaving her for any reason, especially to hang out with a bunch of kids I didn’t know, felt like a terrible mistake. But the calendar—and apparently the law—said it was time for school. Luckily, the school was just around the corner from our house. That didn’t make it better. On that fateful morning, my...