Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
The reality is that there are plenty of times when we, as adults, need to get away from the kids in order to steal a few sobering moments to ourselves.
We spend our lifetimes beating ourselves up with false memories tailored to make things seem worse.
There are very few good parenting moments that allow us to put our feet up in another room, but this is one of them. It's like finding a vegetable that tastes like ice cream cake.
The bizarre humor that rushes through my head is decades below my own age group and doesn't even need an audience to spring up.
Every family has their own language. It's made up of words or phrases that no one else would understand. Every person contributes. Every person speaks it.
There are certain pieces of advice that make us roll our eyes. The old adage about the best things in life being free can be put into that category.
"What time do you guys fight Santa?"