At breakfast on the first day of school, the smell of toast and sight of shiny shoes and packed bags reminded me of that bittersweet feeling from childhood, when you’re excited to see your friends but don’t want the holiday to be over. I remained cheerful as Son2 stared at his Coco-Pops.
“It’ll be fun,” I said brightly.
No reply.
The corners of his mouth were turned down. His face looked like noodles sliding off a plate, all droopy and dripping and sad.
“You’ll see everyone again – that’ll be good, won’t it?” I gave Son2 another overenthusiastic smile. Although actually I was feeling wobbly too. I was thinking about how fast time was passing. Taking the obligatory back-to-school photo had triggered waves of nostalgia about years gone by when my boys wore pint-sized uniforms and looked so cute and small in their Facebook photos.
On the other hand, I felt like doing a happy dance and was ready to pop the Prosecco – because, HALLELUJAH, school was back!
Meet Brittany Blum, a desert-dwelling mother of three who resolves to throw off the ‘trailing spouse’ label she hated anyway and reinvent herself in the sandpit. Having followed her husband to larger-than-life Dubai and lost him to another woman, Brittany decides to shake things up with the support of four very different friends: Adrianne, Natasha, her first ‘ex’ and a bottle of Prosecco.
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