"Where's my 'me' time? I never get any at all!" to which he says "We get to go to poker" - BUT! Who's the one that's tending to him while we play and he grizzles? Who's the one that feeds him, changes him, rocks him to sleep and usually misses out playing a few hands because they're they one trying to settle him down?? Me! One of the reasons WHY I went to FF (Health issues was the number 1 reason) was because DH had always said 'If I could help with the feeding, then I would help out more' - I usually have to twist his arm to feed him.
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