Can I point out, I was like thirty pages from the end of a thousand-page novel I’d been working on for a week?
Turning up the car radio in order to drown out the sounds of the twins fighting in the backseat.
Does it sound better or worse to tell you it was the Christian music station I was blasting?
(In my defense, they were playing a video game. She wanted him to let his character die so she could have a turn.)
There! Now do you feel better about your own great parenting moments?