My wife wanted to go and fix her hair.

My wife wanted to go and fix her hair.

She was fully prepared to go with the baby and leave me with the other kids.

Me, as a supportive husband of the year, confidently said:
“Don’t worry babe, I can handle all of them.”

Famous last words.

Five minutes after she stepped out…
The baby started crying.

I bounced.
I rocked.
I sang.
I prayed.
I negotiated.

Nothing worked.

Until I accidentally discovered the real problem…

This child does not want me to sit down.
The moment I sit, crying.
The moment I drop him, screaming.
The moment I stand, peace.

So basically… I became a standing lamp.

Don’t be deceived by his innocent face.
This boy can torment the living daylight out of you ๐Ÿ˜ญ

As if that wasn’t enough…

My daughter and son started fighting over a toy.

A toy that CLEARLY belongs to my daughter.
But my son suddenly remembered a past life where he apparently owned it.

Now I’m standing with a baby who has refused to be dropped,
Playing judge in the Court of Toy Ownership,

While stepping on toys like landmines.

That was the moment I knew I needed to act fast…

I picked up my phone and called my wife.

“Babe… please… where are you?”
“I’m begging you… turn back.”
“Let’s book home service. Any price. I’ll pay.”
“Even if they charge double or triple, I can handle it.”

At that point, I accepted my fate.

But jokes aside…

One day alone with these kids is enough to teach every man to deeply appreciate the woman in his life.

Women are superheroes.
Mothers are legends.
Wives deserve flowers, hugs, rest… and national awards.

To my wife and to every mother out there,
We see you.
We appreciate you.
We love you. ❤️

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