I resent the fact that because I work 12 hour night shifts, I’m still responsible for the kids and the house during the day, while my husband takes over after everyone’s asleep and everything is done. I’m exhausted. I wish my husband could get along with people so we could have ...
I can’t help but have a flood of memories wash over me. The day he was born, how he was 2 weeks late, took hours upon hours of inducing to come out, and the first night because his Mom ate broccoli he had terrible gas after she breast fed him so they laid him on his stomach ...
there was no family depending on me to get it done, and it didn’t matter how long it took or if something was ruined in the process – if all else failed, I could just pop in a frozen dinner and call it a night. It was really more of an exercise...