When my first kid had his first teeth cutting, my husband and I
had possibly the worst times ever. The case is we were quite a young
married couple finding ourselves still on the middle of career
ladder. Therefore, we had plenty much work to cope with to get sufficient salaries. It was hard to combine working and raising our
son, when the nights were unsleepable ones due to the constant crying
because of the aching teeth. Once, we had unreasonable quarrel, and
my husband was its initiator. I couldn't keep calm and told him that
it was better for him to treat his nerves. Two days we didn't speak
to each other. It was really hard, but I was firm to prove that I was
right.
On the third day I was awaited by the greatest surprise
I've ever had. When I came home, my husband gave me a nicely knitted
sweater for the baby. When I asked him where he had got it, he said
that he'd made it by himself. It appeared that he had chosen knitting
as a way to treat his nerves. It was so cute, that I apologized him
everything and since then we've never had any groundless argues.
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