“What is this?”
Sam lifted a dirty T-shirt lying next to him with two fingertips and shrugged.
I had absolutely no idea what was happening.
“This is all the mess you made,” he said. “I told you, you should’ve come back sooner, because nobody’s been cleaning the apartment.”
The nerve of him!
I was speechless.
I took a deep breath to respond, but one of the girls started crying in the bedroom.
“Nobody’s been cleaning the apartment.”
I immediately rushed to her.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“Can you not hear the baby?” I snapped over my shoulder.
As I rocked the baby, trying to calm her down, I felt like I could explode.
I thought things couldn’t get any worse, but then my phone buzzed loudly on the dresser, waking the other two girls.
I immediately rushed to her.
Suddenly, I was pulled in every direction, trying to soothe each one while my mind raced with anger and confusion.
Finally, when I got them settled again, I grabbed my phone.
Sam had posted a new photo on Instagram.
It was our dirty, disgusting living room.
The caption read: “MY SLOBBY WIFE HASN’T CLEANED THE APARTMENT IN A MONTH. DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THIS IS GOING TO STOP?”
Sam had posted a new photo on Instagram.
In the time it had taken me to settle the girls, the comments had blown up.
Strangers were calling me lazy and useless, and those were the kinder comments. The really bad ones brought tears to my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.
I refused to be humiliated like this!
I put the triplets to bed one more time, and then I went into the living room.
Strangers were calling me lazy and useless.
I went over to Sam and gave him a soft hug.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’m taking you out to a celebratory dinner tomorrow. To celebrate our reunion.”
It took everything in me to keep my voice soft.
“It’ll be an unforgettable evening,” Sam replied with a smile.
I smiled back. Yes, Sam. You have no idea how unforgettable it’s going to be!
It took everything in me to keep my voice soft.
I spent the next day making phone calls.
That evening, I moved through the apartment quietly and methodically. The triplets were fed, changed, and asleep. My sister had agreed to watch them the moment I told her what I was up to.
Sam was upbeat, dressed nicely in a button-down shirt I hadn’t seen him wear in months.
I handed him a folded cloth.
I spent the next day making phone calls.
Sam laughed. “What’s this?”
“A blindfold. I have a surprise planned for you.”
He smirked, clearly flattered by the attention. “Wow. Okay. Getting fancy now?”
Once we reached the car, I secured the blindfold gently but firmly over his eyes.
The car ride was quiet except for Sam’s oblivious chatter.
I secured the blindfold gently but firmly over his eyes.
We reached our destination after a short drive.
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