I was a stay-at-home wife and mother.
I had originally planned to go back to work after the baby was born, but I didn’t have a baby.
I had three babies, and we didn’t know. The doctor had told us it looked like twins, but they were back to front, and it could have been a shadow. When two came out, we weren’t shocked, but when the third emerged, I knew my plans to go back to work were blown. I would be lucky if I got to return to work until the boys were in their teens, and by then I may not have a job. Ten years later, and I was still at home. I had to call the HVAC technician and have him come and look at the air conditioner. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but it sounded weird. When the HVAC technician arrived, we talked about the AC, and he asked if it would be okay to turn the breaker off so he could look inside. Not ten seconds after he turned the breaker off, my youngest by twenty seconds, came running downstairs to let me know the AC went off. I said I know, just as my oldest by six minutes asked if I knew the air conditioning was off. The middle one walked in and started to ask, and I know there is no air conditioning. He looked at me and asked if I knew how much he loved the air conditioning. I told him no one loves air conditioning more than me, and told them to go back upstairs, and the HVAC technician is outside.
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