My wife went to the market earlier,
My wife went to the market earlier, leaving me alone with the kids, including the baby. At first, I felt confident. How hard could it be? I’m a grown man. A responsible father. A provider. A champion. After feeding everyone successfully (yes, successfully, this detail is important), I looked around the house and decided to go the extra mile. I told myself, “Let me wash the dishes and mop the floor so when my wife comes back, she will be impressed.” Simple plan. Except… the baby had other plans. The moment I started working, the baby began crying. So there I was, carrying a baby with one hand and washing dishes with the other, moving around the kitchen like a confused octopus trying to keep life together. But I didn’t give up. I finished the dishes and moved on to mopping the floor, still holding the baby, sweating like a man training for Olympics nobody registered him for. I was tired, but proud. The house was finally looking good. That was when my daughter entered the kitchen. You kn...