Let me repeat this:

I woke up to crying babies, turned left and saw a significant other. Look around we in an actual house that I paid for. Literally spent a few hours doing dad work like cooking and changing diapers, cleaning stuff. I was dreaming and tired. Then the damn dog had to come in and look at me wistfully begging for food.

This was a straight up nightmare. I don't know how yall family people deal with this. I have an entirely new respect for Fishgrease after this dream. I am not built for kids or dad responsibilities.

Dads have too many responsibilities after this dream. The automated future gotta hurry up and get here.