« She just likes feeling useful. »
Since my maternity leave had started, something in my husband had become tight and mean. He complained about the air conditioner bill, my snack wrappers, and, most of all, about my moving around at night.
« You’ve been flopping around for an hour, » Ryan had snapped two nights earlier.
« I’m sorry, honey. I can’t get comfortable. »
« Well, figure it out. Some of us have work in the morning. »