The breaking of hearts

After a very long, hard, day, I went to pick up my kids from babcia’s house. Matthew was happy as hell to see me, Maya showed the typical indifference. He ran over and hugged me as soon as I opened the car door. His face was still showing the side effects of Novocain from the dentist appointment earlier that day. Anywho… he dragged me over to the garage to show me his new bike that babcia got for him. It’s a hand me down she picked up from someone for the purpose of leaving it there so he could ride when he came over. He was so happy with this shittly little old bike because now he always had it there so we/he could ride whenever we wanted. “Daddy do you want to go for a bike ride with me?” is a sentence that crushed me, I replied with “Sorry buddy, we don’t have time” which did the same to him. It was already past 8:00pm and I still had many more things to get done before the day was over. One of which was getting him and his sister home to bath and bed at a half decent time. I’ve been waiting so long to hear my boy ask me to go biking with him and here it was and I couldn’t. What a miserable life this is turning out to be. Boo-uhrns, boo-urhns indeed.