Let me tell you about my husband, Clark, the epitome of the “work-hard, play-harder” type. Don’t get me wrong—being married to someone so career-driven has its perks, but let’s be honest, juggling two young kids while your spouse barely notices the chaos around him is no walk in the park. But what Clark pulled off last month? That takes the cake.
It all began with our holiday trip to visit his family. Clark, being the “responsible” one, volunteered to book the flights. I didn’t think much of it—I was busy managing the kids and prepping for the trip. Besides, how hard could booking a family flight be? Apparently, very hard when your priorities are champagne and extra legroom.The morning of the trip, we arrived at the airport, the kids buzzing with excitement and me already feeling like a pack mule with our carry-ons. “Clark, where are our seats?” I asked, juggling a diaper bag, snacks, and a toddler clinging to my leg.
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