I was in shoc:k. Mark hadn’t even noticed me yet, too engrossed in whatever game he was playing.
I yanked the headphones off his head. “Mark! What the hell is going on?”
He blinked at me, “Oh, hey babe. You’re home early.”
“Early? It’s midnight! Why are our children sleeping on the floor?”
He reached for his controller. “Oh, it’s fine. The boys were happy sleeping outside. They thought it was an adventure.”
I snatched the controller away. “An adventure? They’re not camping, Mark! They’re sleeping on our dirty hallway floor!”
“Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill,” he said, trying to grab the controller back. “Everything’s under control. I’ve been feeding them and stuff.”