Mornings were a battlefield—kids to feed, lunches to pack, and a husband who barely noticed the weight I carried. Suspicion had been creeping in, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. So, I set up a hidden camera.
I thought I’d catch a lazy babysitter. Instead, I uncovered something far worse. Mornings were always a battlefield.
Eggshells beneath my feet, deadlines in my mind, two boys with endless demands, and a husband who thought parenthood was a part-time gig. I yawned as I shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing my temples, and still feeling the weight of last night’s unfinished chores — dishes drying on the rack, a pile of laundry waiting to be folded, and crumbs from yesterday’s dinner stubbornly clinging to the counter. But I pushed it all aside.
There was breakfast to make, lunchboxes to pack, and coffee to inhale before reality sank its teeth into me. I cracked eggs into a pan, the smell of butter hitting the air, and flipped pancakes with the ease of a woman who had done this a thousand times. Jimmy and Ted wouldn’t eat just anything—I had to get it right.
Pancakes fluffy, cut into little squares, syrup on the side. Behind me, I heard footsteps. Ben entered first, stretching his arms and grabbing the coffee I had just poured—because of course, I made his too.
A second later, Jimmy and Ted shuffled in, still rubbing their sleepy eyes. “Morning, love,” Ben muttered, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I barely tilted my head.
“Morning.”
I wasn’t mad. Not exactly. I was just tired in a way that sleep didn’t fix.
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