I'm having one of those days where it seems that Chris's sole goal in life is to make my life harder. First, I spent all night up with Owen, only to discover this morning that Chris had neglected to change his diaper before bed and he was probably awake because he was uncomfortable sleeping in eight pounds of his own urine. Then, Chris left a full cup of water on his night stand, which Owen discovered and dumped all over my bedroom for me to clean up. Finally, Chris returned from a dental appointment with a large Starbucks for himself, the one who slept all night, and nothing for me, the one who was up all night.
When I confronted him about his many sins and told him that he seemed to exist only to make my life harder, he said that no, I was thinking of the children. I took some comfort in the fact that they all had something they could enjoy doing together.