I Br0ke My Arm and Asked My Husband to Help with Our 5-Month-Old Twins, but He Said, ‘Moms Don’t Get Sick Days’ – So I Taught Him a Lesson He’d Never Forget

Two days earlier, I had been sitting on the nursery floor, struggling to fasten Luke’s sleeper using only my left hand.

My right arm was trapped inside a cast.

Miles had started fussing behind me, and the cup of tea I had made earlier sat untouched on the changing table.

Derek walked into the room, stepped over a basket of clean laundry, loosened his tie, and looked at me.

“What’s for dinner, Hope?”

I stopped fighting with Luke’s sleeper.

“My arm is broken.”