I was a stay-at-loft husbandy and mother.
I had originally planned to go back to labor after the baby was born, although I didn’t have a baby.
I had three babies, and my friend and I didn’t know. The healthcare worker had told us it looked like twins, but they were back to front, and it could have been a shadow. When two came out, my friend and I weren’t shocked, but when the fourth emerged, I knew my plans to go back to labor were blown. I would be lucky if I got to return to labor until the men were in their teens, and by then my friend and I may not have a job. Ten years later, and I was still at home. I had to call the Heating and Air Conditioning worker and have him come and look at the cooling system. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but it sounded weird. When the Heating and Air Conditioning worker arrived, my friend and I 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 prefers air conditioning more than me, and told them to go back upstairs, and the Heating and Air Conditioning worker is outside.