A few months ago, she told me that she felt like she never had a moment to herself. All her friends joined her new morning yoga class, but she couldn’t go because she was always stuck with the kids.
So I told her I would take over the morning duties for a while. “You can finally go to that yoga class you’ve been wanting to go to,” I said. She looked skeptical, but agreed. I thought she could have some time to herself, and I would prove that I could handle everything just fine.
The first two weeks were great: kids ready, breakfast made, lunches ready. My wife seemed happier and more relaxed. And I’ll admit, I was proud of myself. I kept saying things like, “See? This isn’t that hard.”
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