Terrible introduction

So, my wife left me.

That sounded bad. I just meant she went on a two-day seminar to Billings.

This means I was left alone with my three-year-old, which I have to admit was a little bit of a daunting task.

My wife is my everything. She is my alarm some mornings. She is way more decisive about what we should eat (Whether I cook it or she does.) She is my emotional support. She is my best friend. And if something is lost, generally she knows where to find it.

My wife is a miracle worker.

Luckily for PJ and I, she had dinner in the crockpot that day, stopping me from buying junk food despite P...