My husband, literally the best dad on the planet, just came in from work, whisked both boys (ages 3.5 & 1.5) away for the D-Backs game. The silence in the house is almost deafening. I think I’ll finish my dinner at my own pace and without interruption, maybe use the bathroom by myself, then turn on the game and think about how much fun they’re having eating junk food and running around the ballpark 😉
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
