Parenting is a two-person job. Regardless of whether that second person is your spouse, your co-parent, your nanny, a dear friend, or your mother, there are occasions when being good parent means bowing out for a little while.
Like, for example, last night. Around 3:30 AM, up again with an eleven-month-old screaming baby who STILL won't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time, I found myself close to the edge. Seething. Other babies sleep, why won't you. I am exhausted. We are not doing this any more. Get back in your crib. (Hissed to a crying baby, punishment in my heart. Love fast asleep.)
Time to tap out.
On nights like these, I am reminded how grateful I am to have a partner like Mr. Chef. He said, "go sleep in the other room. Get some rest." He comes home from work, tired, and cleans up my disaster of a kitchen. And doesn't complain. He calls me, between meetings, and asks to speak to Stella. He holds us up when we need him to.