My husband left me alone with our 6-month-old twins for a fishing trip with his friends — he came home smiling, but his smile vanished the moment he opened the door

had been crying for nearly an hour.

Sadie was teething. June had refused her last bottle and was angry about being tired but apparently even angrier about sleeping.

I was holding Sadie against my shoulder while trying to rock June’s bouncer with one bare foot. Four cloudy bottles were piled beside the sink, dinner was burning on the stove, and I had continue reading …