a crib.
No more maid service
Before all this started, I’d become responsible for their laundry too.
It began innocently.
I would wash towels and notice some of David’s shirts, so I threw them into the machine.
Soon Harper started leaving baskets outside the laundry room.
No request.
No thank-you.
Just a basket.
I planned the meals, bought the groceries, cooked, set the table, and cleaned while they sat in the living room.
Once I noticed the pattern, I couldn’t unsee it.
So on Tuesday evening, I cooked one piece
