Ivy was crying in her bouncer.
“They’re teething,” I said, bouncing Lila. “I’ve been trying to settle them for an hour.”
“It’s like this every day. I come home expecting peace.”
He stepped over a basket of clean laundry.
“Instead, I come home to crying babies, dirty bottles, and a wife who always looks stressed.”
I turned off the stove with my free hand.
“It’s like this every day.”
“Could you wash the bottles?” I asked. “Please, Brandon.”
He stared at me.
“I just got home.”
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“And I’ve been doing this since five this morning.”
“You’re home all day, Amy.”
“Could you wash the bottles?”
I looked at him over Lila’s head.
“You mean caring for two babies.”
“I mean I work all day and come home to chaos.”
“And I’ve been working in that chaos since five.”
Ivy’s crying grew louder.
“I work all day.”
