My Husband Gave His Couch in the Delivery Room to My MIL and Went on a Boys’ Trip Instead – He Got a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

“Luke.

Your son needs you.”

When he complained that he was exhausted, she’d smile sympathetically. “Good. Parenthood is exhausting.

Consider this your own little guys’ trip.”

At three in the morning, when our son had his first explosive diaper, she flicked on the hallway light and called cheerfully, “Rise and shine, Luke! Your son needs changing!”

I heard him groan from the nursery. “Mom, please.

I’m dying here.”

“Then maybe next time,” she called back, “don’t take a vacation from your responsibilities.”

By day four, Luke looked like a zombie. His eyes had bags so deep you could pack groceries in them. He shuffled around the house like a man who’d aged 10 years overnight.

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