I have been on"bed rest" since Fri with a terrible flu. So, Darling Husband has stepped up to be Single Dad Extraordinaire. He has done everything: grocery shopping, laundry, bath, dog walking, all meals, cleaned up after me...pretty much everything I do on a daily basis and have down to somewhat of a science. To the outsider, it is a microcosm of intimidation.
When I finally could drag myself out of bed tonight, I found him exhausted and slumped on the couch, big glass of wine in his hand, piles of toys and books (toddler warfare) at his feet.
His only words: "I can see why moms get addicted to meth."
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