Three Seconds of Bliss

The other night, passed out on the sofa after 10 hours of work, two hours of sterilization, and more time spent doing laundry, it happened: three seconds of bliss.I woke up and, for whatever reason, I had this thing in my head that everything was a dream (nightmare). My wife and I didn't have nine-month-old twins, our marriage wasn't falling apart, our home was calm, clean, and peaceful, and the last 18 months never occurred.For the first time in months, I felt really happy, even for such a brief moment.Then, I turned my head and I saw the kids' high chairs. I knew it wasn't a dream, but a reality.Back to suffering and being miserable.Oh well. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2TnWiE4