I’m thankful to be married to a handyman, because I can say something like, “the dishwasher broke today,” and know that it will be fixed in no time.
Well, it used to be “in no time.” Now it takes a little longer.
The fight over the screwdriver got a little heated, so I put down the camera and said, “who want’s a bath?” They dropped the screwdriver before I even finished the sentence and ran to the tub, yelling, “bath? bath? bath?” …and Nate had the kitchen to himself.
So now I have squeaky clean boys and a fixed dishwasher. Problem solved.