My Husband Made Me Hide Upstairs During His Promoti0n Dinner Because I Wasn’t ‘Back in Shape’ 3** Weeks After Having Twins – I Agreed, but He Had No Idea What I’d Left at the Table

I cleaned between feedings and somehow got dinner and a chocolate cake finished.

Then I realized he was looking at the table.

Eight polished wine glasses. Roast chicken. Potatoes. Salad. The chocolate cake I’d baked while one of our twins slept against my chest.

« This is perfect. »

I leaned against a chair.

Perfect wasn’t the word I’d have chosen.

Then I realized he was looking at the table.

My lower back ached, and I’d been sleeping in two-hour stretches for three weeks.

Upstairs, two three-week-old babies had somehow agreed to sleep simultaneously.

I considered that my greatest accomplishment of the day.