Helping at home can be a blessing and a curse. When one partner feels overwhelmed, it’s natural for the other to step in. But sometimes, what seems like “help” can accidentally make things worse —especially when family dynamics and good intentions collide.
That’s what happened to Mark, who shared his story with us.
Here is Mark’s Story:
Dear,
My wife and I have three kids, 12, 10, and 7, and mornings in our house are wild. My wife usually handles everything: breakfast, lunches, backpacks, getting everyone dressed, making sure no one’s crying about missing socks.
She often says she’s exhausted and that I don’t really see how much work goes into it. So after another late-night argument, she said I didn’t really get how much she did every day.
A few months ago, she told me she felt like she never got a moment to herself.
All her friends had joined this new morning yoga class, but she couldn’t go because she was always stuck with the kids. So I told her I’d take over mornings for a while. “You can finally go to that yoga class you’ve been wanting to go to,” I said.
She seemed skeptical, but agreed.
I thought, she could have some time for herself, and I’d prove I could handle everything just fine. The first couple of weeks went great: kids ready, breakfast made, lunches packed.
My wife looked happier, more relaxed. And I’ll admit, I was proud of myself.
I kept saying things like, “See?
This isn’t so hard.”
She’d roll her eyes but didn’t argue. I figured she was just happy to finally have some breathing room. Then came the day everything fell apart.
She left for yoga as usual.
But came early saying she feels off. She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
She was happy to be home until she saw a coffee mug on the counter. Inside was tea residue.
The kind only my mom drinks.
She turned to me and said, “Was your mom here?”
YTA. Whimp. There was no point lying.
I told her yes, I’d been asking my mom to come by every morning to help out.
In my mind, it wasn’t a big deal. My mom loves helping with the kids.
She keeps things organized, and she actually enjoys it. I thought it was the perfect solution — my wife got her mornings off, the kids got out the door smoothly, and my mom got to spend time with her grandkids.
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