After a week away, I returned to find my kids sleeping on the cold hallway floor. My husband, Mark, was missing, and strange noises came from the boys’ room. What I saw made me furious.
Mark had turned their bedroom into a gamer’s paradise—LED lights, a giant TV, and a mini-fridge—completely ignoring our kids on the floor. His excuse? They thought it was an “adventure.”
The next morning, I took action. I unplugged his setup, introduced a chore chart, and reinstated bedtime stories. Mark was livid, but I stood firm.
A week later, after a visit from his disappointed mother, he finally apologized. “I’ll do better,” he promised. I softened—just a little. “Good. The boys need a father, not another playmate.”
Lesson learned—for now. But if he backslides, that timeout corner is ready.
