It was clear to anyone who bothered to notice as to who wore the pants in the family.
“You’ll make someone a good wife,” he was told as he shifted one child to a more comfortable spot on his hip while watching the youngest play in the dirt.
In the meantime his wife lorded it around, a social butterfly forever telling everyone who’d listen how much of a good mother she was.
That night after arriving home she took herself off to bed complaining she was exhausted from the day out. He bathed and dress the small ones for bed and then settled into a nightly routine he wondered would ever end of walking the floor with the baby in an effort to settle him for fear of waking his wife and disturbing her sleep.