Another day ends. Clarisse is sound asleep and I just managed to tuck baby Edward in. Daddy is in the living room working at the PC. And I’m catching on news headlines, emails and some paid posts.

I could see my husband struggling to keep his eyes open to get some work done. Serious work can only be done in a stretch of uninterrupted hours, that’s something we both agree. We could only have that luxury when the kids are off to bed at about midnight. But by that time, there’s very little energy left in us to even keep our eyelids open.

Ever since his PC was moved out into the living room it’s been tough for him to work. We don’t have a choice. Someone needs to constantly keep an eye on Clarisse. Most people work from 9 to 5. He on the other hand, gets interrupted every 9 or 5 minutes. 80% of my time is spent taking care of baby Edward and our three meals. So Clarisse is my husband’s responsibility. Being a terrible-two toddler is making it even harder for him to cope.