One of the worst nights

On Wednesday nights Josh has church meetings and is gone in the evening. This past Wednesday I had the older two kids in the bath while I was trying to get Grace ready for bed. I admit that with the stress I wasn’t the sweetest mother at the moment. Then Carson started this conversation.

Carson: I forgot that Dad wasn’t here. I’m worried that this might be one of the worst nights.

Me: One of the worst nights? What do you mean?

Carson: Well when one person’s not here sometimes the other person gets really mad.

Me: Well, if you try really hard to be obedient, I’ll try really hard not to get mad.

Carson: Dad already tried that. It didn’t work.

Apparently neither Josh nor I are cut out for single parenting.