Cookies...

Late night conversations between exhausted parents can reveal a lot. David and I have been pretty 'disgruntled' with each other lately, mostly because I'm worn out and snap at him... and partially because he can be a bit insensitive at times. Either way, we have learned to be loving and to enjoy each others company until we have a chance to have a 'real discussion'. But, at times, this leads to quite superficial topics.
Davy:"Man, I really want some cookies." Me: "Why do you never want cookies when I want cookies?" Davy: " What are you talking about?" Me:" Lately, when I suggest making cookies, you don't want any." Davy:"So? What's the big deal?" Me: "It's annoying! Who wants to eat cookies by themselves?! It's embarrassing... and it makes me feel fat!" Davy: "Well, whenever I want some cookies, I go get some d*#! cookies! Anyway... I really want some cookies." (I roll over in silence) Davy: "Are you mad?" Me: " No, I'm memorizing our conversation for my blog." Davy: "You're crazy. Goodnight, love you." Me: "Love you too."
NOTE TO SELF: Life's too short to be embarrassed by a cookie.