It stops. You can see me rolling my eyes, right? Yesterday afternoon, our daughter peacefully slept for several hours after my husband returned home, so we were able to discuss a few things, maybe not everything I wanted, but he was attentive, thought things through and quite frankly, was a lot more the man I married than I’ve seen recently. No cross words, no dirty looks or harrumphs were given, from anyone, well… maybe Keeley, but you know, she’s 2. I guess we’ll forgive her for that.