My husband and I do our best to share responsibilities. For example, I'm in charge of "indoor cooking" (that is, the kind we do most of the time) and he's responsible for "outdoor cooking" (grilling and cooking on camping trips). He also has a better head for time and financial details, so he takes care of optimizing travel reservations and similar topics. I got to be "the best" for figuring out dinner and D was the best for figuring out retirement accounts. Seemed like we had a relatively good set-up!
Then along comes H and for the first few weeks (er, months), all that really matters is SLEEP. Sleep is the new measure of who is the best and who is the pampered one. Who gets to have an extra hour after the first feeding? Who gets to dive for the covers instead of spending 30 minutes droning "99 bottles of milk on the wall" before H is limp enough to set down and mince away? I have never loved my husband so much as when he would rock H for an hour or two after the morning feeding so I could put in earplugs and go back to sleep. Bliss!!
Then along comes H and for the first few weeks (er, months), all that really matters is SLEEP. Sleep is the new measure of who is the best and who is the pampered one. Who gets to have an extra hour after the first feeding? Who gets to dive for the covers instead of spending 30 minutes droning "99 bottles of milk on the wall" before H is limp enough to set down and mince away? I have never loved my husband so much as when he would rock H for an hour or two after the morning feeding so I could put in earplugs and go back to sleep. Bliss!!
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