I asked him to wash four baby bottles.
Just four.
“Can you please wash the bottles?” I asked.
He sighed.
Then he looked around the house.
“I come home every day to crying babies, dirty bottles, and a wife who is always stressed and exhausted.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Then I noticed the green duffel bag near the door.
He had already packed.
“What is that?”
He didn’t look at me.
“I’m going fishing.”
I stared at him.
“For how long?”
“Four days.”
“With who?”
“Simon and Theo.”
I couldn’t believe he had already made the arrangements.
“When did you plan this?”
“I needed a break.”
I looked at the twins.
Then back at him.
“How am I supposed to do this alone for four days? I haven’t slept properly in months.”
