While away on a trip, I returned home to find my sons asleep on the cold hallway floor. Confused and furious, I discovered my husband, Mark, in their room, immersed in video games, surrounded by junk food and energy drinks. He shrugged off my anger, claiming the kids saw it as an “adventure.”Determined to teach him a lesson, I flipped the script,

I enforced a chore chart, a strict screen-time limit, and even tucked him in with bedtime stories. Frustrated, Mark protested, but I reminded him that responsible fathers don’t neglect their children for video games.The final blow? I called his mom. Mortified, he apologized, realizing he needed to step up. As he helped with dishes, I hoped the lesson stuck. If not, the timeout corner was always an option.