Common Thread

After dinner, I received a text message from a friend.  We spent several minutes carping about the work day while the boys cleared the table and went their separate ways.  I had to cut the conversation short when I realized that Logan was ready for his bath.  The last text in the thread stated,

"...Ashley is sick and I have to get my naked 3-year-old down off the dining room table."

How did my life get to a point where that is not a strange sentence to me?

- 14 March 2012