“I can’t juggle them for ten hours by myself,” she huffed. “And let’s be real, you’ve got no one to fuss over. Meanwhile, I need actual time with Mark. This trip matters more to me than it does to you.”
I blinked, stunned. She had just decreed I was her in-flight nanny, like it was set in stone.
“Claire,” I said carefully, “I’m not comfortable babysitting mid-air.”
“Oh, please,” she snapped. “Just take the baby whenever I need a break. It’s not rocket science.”
Then she hung up.
