Eight in the morning. Leave Husband asleep in bed and I go get the baby and discover dirty diaper, dirty outfit, dirty sheets. I begin to clean her up and I repeatedly call for husband to come help. I hear him respond a few times, but he never shows up. I finally call out one last time:
-What ARE you doing?
And Sleeping Husband shouts back:
-Looking at T-shirt inventory.
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