After a week away, I returned to find my boys sleeping in the hallway while my husband, Mark, played games surrounded by pizza and soda. He claimed the boys wanted an “adventure,” but I was furious. I made him clean up and put them to bed. The next morning, I served him breakfast on a kid’s plate and introduced a chore chart with gold stars. By the end of the week, Mark apologized, realizing he’d acted like a child instead of a parent.
