The truth hit hard: Daniel wasn’t managing at all. Linda, my mother-in-law, had been secretly doing the housework while Daniel played the role of the perfect stay-at-home dad. Together, Linda and I devised a plan to show him the reality of solo parenting. Once she stopped helping, the house quickly descended into chaos—meals burned, laundry piled up, and Daniel barely keeping it together with Nolan.
After a few wild days filled with disasters big and small, Daniel finally broke down and admitted he had underestimated how hard it was. It wasn’t about exposing his failures—it was about teaching respect. Eventually, Daniel found a new job he loved, and together we reshaped how we supported each other as parents. And from that day on, he never again questioned how much work goes into raising a child.
