One (very) early morning after my son was born, I went into his room to change his clothes and diaper after a bottle. I turned to toss his spit-up-covered sleeper into the hamper and noticed clothes hanging over the side, inside out, half-zipped, not fully buttoned. As someone with OCD, I would never leave things like that. So, naturally, I decided it had to be my husband on the night shift.I laid into him for having the audacity to toss dirty clothes into the hamper… where they belong. After my outburst, I followed it up by calmly asking him to put them in the “right” way — my way. And even a...
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