The only reason I can use cloth diapers with Miriam is because my husband helps fold the laundry every other day.
The only reason I can cook homemade dinners each night is because my husband empties the dishwasher in the morning, sets the table when he gets home, and does the dishes after supper.
The only reason I can get any sewing done is because my husband puts Miriam to bed every night.
The only reason I can frolic and play with Miriam all day long is because my husband is out there working his tail off.
So when people caution me that "It's not possible for a woman to do it all," I nod vigorously in agreement. The only superhero I know is my husband.
