Some days we’re winning and some days, we’re not necessarily losing, we’re just not winning. After work, I washed up baby bottles, prepared bottles for the evening, got the formula all measured up. I even managed to get the diaper bag ready for the day tomorrow, prepare lunches for work, and got one load of three, folded. This doesn’t happen every day. It used to, though. I used to seem to have it all together- before Emmarie came along. I always stayed on top of laundry, and things around the house. The grocery list was always up to date, and our fridge, and cabinets- always full of food. I always felt like I was doing well. Nowadays, laundry happens less often, and the fridge; well, it always seems to be empty. I snap at my husband more; and it’s always over the silliest things. I think back on it later, and feel terrible for not being nicer to him. He really does do a great job. He shares in everything; dishes, laundry, dinner, helping with Emmarie. He’s one in a million...
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