Here's something that's a little cute and a little unfair, all at the same time: every Sunday Eric and Ayana go out for donuts (cute), but they leave me at home because I can't eat donuts (a little unfair). I'm happy they have their little date, sad that I'm necessarily excluded, and exhausted by the sugar-high monster Eric hands off with an I- have -to-study shrug. Excluding the donut date, Sundays are usually a mother-daughter day in our house. Eric really does have to study, and I usually like the throwback sensation of single motherhood. I know wasn't a dream lifestyle, but for a day? I'm just saying it's not hard to dredge up the fond memories. Sometimes Ayana still lets me slip her into her sling for old time's sake. That's 38 lbs and 43 inches of kid on my shoulder, and man it feels good. OK. It feels heavy. But it's the kind of burden a mama's body never forgets how to bear. Anyway, there's a story in here and I&