Hey everyone! You won’t believe the crazy stunt I pulled on my husband, Adam, last week. It all started with his ridiculous habit of taking hour-long baths every morning. Yes, every single morning!
A man taking a shower | Source: Unsplash
I’ve told him countless times that it’s excessive, but he insists it’s his “sacred escape.” Normally, I let it slide, but last week, it reached its breaking point.
I had a super important job interview and needed his help getting the kids ready for school. Instead, he told me, “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?”
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With that, he locked himself in the bathroom, humming away. I was left juggling breakfast, school supplies, and a toddler who wouldn’t stop crying. By the time I got the kids to school and rushed to my interview, I was a hot mess—and I missed the interview.
I was furious. “You wanna play games, Adam? Let’s play,” I muttered, already hatching a plan.
That night, I devised a little revenge. I knew his bath routine well—candles, bath oils, and a relaxation playlist. The next morning, I replaced his bath oil with baby oil (which is a nightmare to wash off), swapped his playlist for the kids’ favorite songs (on repeat), and turned down the hot water valve just enough to make it lukewarm.
As he headed to the bathroom, I whispered, “Enjoy your hour, honey.” The sounds of his frustration and the kids’ songs blaring were music to my ears.
He emerged, dripping and grumpy. “What the hell happened in there?” he demanded.
I simply replied, “Just like you expect your relaxation time to be respected, I expect your support when I need it.”
But Adam didn’t get it. I needed to escalate. So, I bought some bath bombs filled with glitter. When he dropped one in, it exploded in a cloud of sparkles. He emerged looking like a human disco ball, and the cleanup took him ages.
Still, Adam didn’t give up his bath ritual. I upped the ante with a cold water prank, rubber ducks, and a pirate battle soundtrack. He slipped on a toy boat and got soaked, but he still didn’t change.
Finally, I staged a fake emergency, yelling that the kids were locked in the garage. When Adam rushed out, I set up a motion sensor in the tub that triggered an air horn when he stepped in. His frustration was priceless.
I confronted him, saying, “Welcome to my world, Adam. It’s about partnership. We’re in this together.”
He sighed, defeated but understanding. From then on, he made a real effort to help with the kids and cut down his bath time. But I had one final prank up my sleeve—neon pink hair dye. When he saw his reflection, he went ballistic.
A man with neon pink hair | Source: Midjourney
The kids and I had a blast watching his reaction. It took a few days for his hair to return to normal, but by then, he had ditched his hour-long baths for quick showers and was spending more time with us.
And that’s how I managed to balance the chore distribution in our household—with a little bit of glitter, a lot of creativity, and a touch of neon pink.
A woman with a triumphant smile | Source: Midjourney
