he said, she said
My parents came for dinner the other night. It was not pretty. Fatherblogger was working late. Pre-kblogger was tantrumming. Babyblogger was fussy. We ran out of hot water just before bathtime and we had no diapers. Before my dad offered to run to the drugstore he turned to me and said, “You know sweetheart, one day you’ll look back on this time as one of the happiest periods in your life.”
When he left, my mother who was in the kitchen and had not heard what my dad said, came over to me, sighed and said, “Just remember this time is the worst in your life.”