A baby. Determined to fall asleep on Mommy, and Mommy only. Teething, with rough nights and long days. Precious, sleepy, and decidedly cranky. A husband. Desperately wanting, no, needing his wife's attention. Wanting so much to go on a date, or play a game together. Oftentimes hungry as he leaves the working world behind and walks over the threshold into his home. A mom. Exhausted, needing even a few quiet moments alone. But the baby screams. The pile of dishes setting haphazardly on the counter screams. The laundry, rivaling the size of Mount Everest, screams. The garbage practically begs to be taken out and thrown into the dumpster. Her husband, walking into the mess, graciously helps her tackle it; more often than she feels he should have to. As she sits down to her Bible Study, learning about becoming a woman of excellence, she thinks, "Oh, the irony!". ...