My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson

Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.

I’m Scarlett, married to Dave for 25 years. We have three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our baby, Lily, who’s six months old.

I love my kids, but balancing a demanding career and raising them is no joke.

Dave and I used to be a power couple, but lately, he’s been avoiding nighttime baby duty. I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on.

After Dave dismissed my pleas for help, I hatched a plan. I modified his headphones with a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. When Lily cried, I played baby crying sounds through his headphones. He woke up confused and irritated, and slowly started to understand my struggle.

Eventually, he realized how much I was struggling and apologized. He started taking turns with nighttime baby care, and we found a balance. Our relationship grew stronger, and we became a true team again.

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