On My Own

Let me start by saying:

I love my Dad. I really do. And I’m grateful he drove 10 hours from Pittsburgh to come meet Sophie this week.

BUT.

Do you know what’s more annoying than being alone with a newborn and having to do everything with just one arm (as the other one holds the baby)? Having someone at your house who watches you do everything with one arm while he props his feet up on the coffee table and channel surfs. Ahh, a taste of what it would be like to still be married to FB.

Good riddance.