Full Summary: Kimberly Hart needs a day off. She's given the last sixteen years of her life to her three children, giving up her youth, and the remainder of her sanity. A conference in New York lands her in the arms of Dr. Tommy Oliver and he opens her up to the possibility of something more. But she can't handle four men in her life. When one of her sons lands in the hospital, she's surprised to see who the attending physician really is. The doctor she thought she left in New York.

Kimberly

I'd do anything for my children.

They transformed me from a workaholic party-girl into a workaholic mother of three that is suppressing her need to hit the bar.

So instead of working a twelve-hour shift and then going to the nearest bar to bury my sorrow, I run a bath and drink at home.

"Mooom!" I heard the screams from my children downstairs, startling me awake.

I open one eye to steal a look at my alarm clock. It's seven-fifteen on a Saturday. My only day off this week. What the hell were they doing up so early?

Stupid question, I know the answer. My kids are the spawn of Satan, literally. My ex-husband was an asshole. The only good thing that came out of that relationship were the boys that were currently turning my house upside down.

What was it this time? Did Jeffrey start a fire in the kitchen again? Had Maddox refused to eat anything that didn't come from a box with a rabbit on it? Did Tyler look at Jeffrey the wrong way?

Either way I imagined it, it was war. That's the life of a single mom of three boys. There is never a day off.

"Mooom!" This time I knew that the voice came from my middle child, Jeffrey.

I buried my head under the pillow, praying that maybe this would drown out the noise.

An entire floor couldn't keep the sound out.

I just wanted one day. Just one day to sleep. One day where I didn't have to worry about someone chasing the other with a butter knife or jump off the couch only to hit the ceiling fan and land themselves in the emergency room. Maybe a day where one of them didn't attempt to give our nine-year-old Sphynx cat, Muse, a bath and end up with shredded forearms.

I'm an ER nurse at the biggest hospital in Angel Grove. I've seen shit. I've seen things shoved in places where they shouldn't, but nothing is worse than seeing one of your kids being hurt. That's just the law of the game.

My kids are my life…

"MOM!"

…but the madness has to stop.

"Coming," I groan out.

I stumble into the bathroom where I begin to splash water on my face. That usually does the trick to wake me up, but not today.

When I look at myself in the mirror, I almost don't recognize myself. The circles under my eyes only accentuate the bags. My hair, which used to be one of my favorite things about myself, is thrown up in a messy bun and I'm embarrassed to admit how long it had been since I've given it a proper wash. My skin is screaming sunlight, but it's hard to do when I go into the hospital before the sun is out and I'm off when it's already gone down.

Don't even get me started about the last time I had a date.

I'm tired.

I work twice as hard as anyone in my field in order to provide the life for my children. Travis, my ex-husband, left me with a lot of debt and then booked the first flight out of the country. The last time I had heard from him, he had voluntarily given up parental rights of our children. That was six years ago. Screw him.

We were better off anyway.

"Mommy!" I heard the scream from downstairs. This time it came from Maddox, my sweet boy. He had just turned seven last month and was everything that I wished his older brothers were.

Somehow, in the chaos that I called life, I managed to not screw things up. Maybe it was because Travis had no hand in raising him, not that he did much to help around in the first place. The truth is, Maddox was too young to remember Travis.

Tyler and Jeffrey, on the other hand, adored their father. Tyler was ten and Jeffrey was six when Travis left. Now they're little men that don't know how to behave because they never had the proper father figure to help lead the way.

I know that I'm all to blame here. I should have done a better job of raising them, but I went from working part-time to over-time in a matter of days.

Family and Nannies had to help raise my children because I couldn't afford to take time off. Then I had to work harder to keep up with paying the Nannies. Now that the kids are older, I was able to cut down on some of my hours, but now I have to start thinking about Tyler's future. He's talked about college and I know that isn't cheap.

So for now, picking up extra shifts and living off of four hours of sleep will just have to do.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

"Morning," I mumbled as I walked into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes.

Immediately, I took in the tornado that had just blown through my house. Shoes were trailing from the front door into the kitchen, the couch looked like it had just been dismantled, the chandelier in the dining room was swinging, and Muse was drinking milk on the floor from a half-spilled gallon.

"What is going on here?" I burst into mom mode, quickly picking up the gallon that my kids failed to put away before it ruined my wood floor.

"Mom, Tyler stole my phone and won't tell me where he put it," Jeffrey rushed over to me.

"That's because Jeffrey stole twenty dollars from my wallet," Tyler pushed past his brother, "I told you to stop going into my room."

"Don't push me," Jeffrey shoved Tyler back, "And I didn't go into your room," He growled, "you left it on the kitchen counter."

Tyler narrowed his eyes, "You little shit—"

"Language!" I snapped at my oldest, "You don't say that!"

"But he's acting like one, mom! How am I supposed to live around here if all he does is take my stuff?"

The headache was coming. I shook my head, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose. I couldn't do this. Not today.

"Jeffrey, give back the money to your brother; Tyler, give your brother back his phone," I sighed.

"I can't! I already spent it," Jeffrey said.

"On what?" Tyler gasped.

"None of your business," Jeffrey retorted.

"It's my money!" Tyler bellowed.

They've had this fight many times before.

"Enough!" I yell. I just want the madness to stop. "Tyler, give back the phone. I'll get you your money."

"So, what? You're not gonna punish him?" Tyler growled. "This kid is a kleptomaniac! He takes my money all the time!"

"Then hide it better," Jeffrey smirked.

"Silence," I yell, louder, "I don't want to hear it. Not today, not any day. You two are old enough to know right from wrong. You're acting like toddlers. Maddox behaves more than you two!"

The three of us look over at Maddox who is sitting at the dinner table eating cereal and calmly reading the box. His small legs are swinging back and forth as his head bobs from side to side.

"That's because he's a freak," Jeffrey shrugs, "He gets babied all the time! He doesn't care about anything besides watching Spongebob Squarepants."

"So do you!" Tyler instigated another yelling match.

"Only to see how dumb it is!"

"You laugh at it!"

"Because it's so dumb!"

"Liar!"

"You're the liar," Jeffrey pushed Tyler in the chest, leading them to tumble into the couch.

I guess the mystery of what happened to the couch was solved. It's like WWE in this house.

"Stop!" I bark out, causing them to split. "Tyler, you are sixteen! Enough of this!"

"But he started it," Tyler retorted.

"You're the older brother. You're supposed to set an example."

"And you're the mom!" He hissed back. "You're supposed to parent!"

My heart dropped into my stomach as the waves of sadness rippled throughout my body. Tyler has never spoken to me this way.

Never.

Was I that much of a screw-up that I warranted being called out by my own son?

What are you doing, Kimberly?

"Go to your room," I said, sharply.

He shook his head and stomped up the stairs two at a time.

One day.

I just want one day.

Author note: Just something that I've been working on. I know I'm terrible for working on multiple stories at a time, but I've been working on this for a few weeks. Another update to come soon. Let me know what you think in a review or PM! This is just so fun. I'm having a blast writing these kids.