that during KB's nap,
I am running to Babies R Us to look at breast pumps & baby monitors for SIL, coming home to throw a load of KB's jeans and shorts in the washer, then folding the socks & underwear & t-shirts that have been sitting in the dryer since Thursday...
And S is downstairs watching Formula 1 racing, reading Time magazine, and dozing on the couch?
Gotta go get KB's backpack ready for Day Out with Thomas. Leaving when he wakes up from his nap.
I cannot even imagine life with a helpful spouse. Sigh.
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