When Vienna’s husband, Adam, refused to help get the kids ready for school and took his hour-long bath instead, she reached her breaking point. Determined to teach him a harsh lesson in partnership and support, she embarked on a plan that would forever change their lives.
Hey everyone!! You won’t believe what happened last week. My husband, Adam, has this ridiculous habit of taking hour-long baths every single morning. I mean, who even does that?
I’ve told him a million times it’s too much, but he insists it’s his “sacred escape.” Normally, I’d roll my eyes and let it go, but last week? Oh boy, it was different.
I had this super important job interview and I was running late. I needed Adam to help get the kids ready for school. You know what he did?
He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Sweetie, my bath is my sacred escape from the kids and, let’s be honest, from YOU! You can handle things for an hour, can’t you?”
And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom, humming like he didn’t have a care in the world.
That was it. I was done with his nonsense. Especially on such an important day.
I was left juggling the kids, trying to find their shoes, making breakfast, and keeping my cool all at once. I felt my frustration bubbling up, but I kept it together.
“You wanna play games, Adam? Let’s play,” I muttered to myself, a plan already forming in my mind.
By the time I got the kids to school, I was a frazzled mess. My hair was everywhere, my blouse had a cereal stain, and I was barely holding it together.
I rushed to my interview, praying I wouldn’t be too late.
But of course, I was. They barely even looked at me before turning me away. All I could think about was Adam’s smug face and his stupid bath. That was the last straw.
Back home, I couldn’t shake Adam’s nasty words. “You can handle things for an hour, can’t you?” echoed in my head like an annoying jingle.
That night, as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I devised the perfect plan. I knew his routine down to the last detail: candles, favorite bath oils, relaxation playlist. He had it all set up like some spa experience every morning.
The next morning, I woke up early, determined to put my plan into action. First, I swapped his beloved bath oils with baby oil. That stuff is a nightmare to wash off and would leave him slippery and annoyed.
Then, I replaced his relaxation playlist with the kids’ favorite songs. Think “I Like To Move It” on repeat at full blast. Finally, I turned off the hot water valve just enough so he’d have lukewarm water at best.
As he headed to the bathroom, he gave me a little wink. “Enjoy your hour, honey,” I whispered under my breath, watching him close the door behind him.
The next few minutes were pure gold. I heard him fumbling around, cursing under his breath as he slipped on the baby oil.
Then the shrill “I Like To Move It” started playing, and I could practically imagine his eye twitching from irritation. The showstopper was his yelp when the lukewarm water hit him.
I leaned against the door frame, smirking. Adam emerged, grumpy and dripping. “What the hell happened in there?” he demanded.