My wife Angela takes immense joy in crafting handmade experiences for our family. She hasn’t had the easiest of times growing up, so now it seems like she’s on a mission to provide our three children with a childhood filled with treasured memories. From baking every birthday cake from scratch and sewing holiday-themed pajamas to organizing themed movie nights each month, she does it all. Just last month for the movie night, themed around "Coraline," Angela went to the length of creating personalized dolls and preparing an elaborate spread of themed foods.

I appreciate her efforts and admire her dedication, but Angela expects my involvement in these projects, which is taxing. Considering we both manage full-time careers alongside our kids’ schedules filled with various activities, I feel she spreads herself too thin. We have the financial means to lessen this burden by purchasing these items, but she insists on creating them, asserting that these are the memories that will stick with our children.

Recently, however, our routine hit a snag. I had to travel for work for most of the month, so Angela was left to handle everything at home. As Halloween approached, it was clear she was behind on the kids' costumes and considerably stressed. She asked if I could pitch in and complete one of the costumes, even offering to guide me with the materials she had prepared. Honestly, I was exhausted and suggested just buying one instead.

Angela refused my suggestion and stayed up all night working on those costumes. The next morning, I praised the costumes' look but received only an eye roll. When I asked for a cup of coffee, her chilly reply was, "Go buy one." Her distant attitude lingered. A coworker later pointed out how I had failed to support Angela, emphasizing that while my children would remember their mother’s efforts, they’d also remember the burden I added.

Reflecting on that conversation, I feel troubled. Perhaps I am indeed in the wrong here. I usually do help, and I thought skipping once might not cause much trouble given our current exhaustion.

Imagine, if this was part of a reality TV show, the audience would likely be split. Some might empathize with my practicality, while others would likely root for Angela's heartfelt endeavors and criticize my lack of support during a crunch time.

Am I failing to support my wife’s effort adequately?