There is nothing I find more delicious than the sweet taste of revenge. Even chocolate takes a back seat when I get that rare opportunity to slice a piece of humble pie and hand feed it to a deserving individual. And no revenge is better than husband revenge!

Any woman who has given birth knows that somewhere between labor and delivery theres this little part of you that forms a grudge toward the man who did this thing to you. And until your thirst for revenge has been satisfied, that little grudge you hold will only get bigger and more a part of every interaction you have with your husband from there on out. Most women find ways to get their revenge in small doses. A simple, "not tonight dear, I'm tired," will go a long way toward major satisfaction. I like to make my husband take care of the dirty jobs, like changing diapers or unclogging a toilet. Recently, I have found the greatest revenge is leaving the husband alone with all the children and watching from afar as he struggles to keep his head above water.

When it comes to the care taking of children, generally speaking, men are no good. There are those rare exceptions, but even then if you talk to that man's wife you'll discover that he's overlooked a few of the details. Now, my husband, while being a great father and supportive husband, doesn't do so well with the constant demands of children. Sundays are Nate's hardest day.

Sundays I work a twelve hour shift at the clinic. Nate stays home with the children for that entire time and I have to admit,that from what I hear has happened,while I was away can be very revenge-satisfying.

Last week, when I returned home after my nice long shift, I found Nate to be in complete disaray. Apparently, at one point during the day he decided to take a fifteen minute break from the children and retreat to our bedroom to play a little PS2. Assuming he was allowed breaks in this job was his first mistake. His second mistake would be leaving the crawling- age baby in the care of the eight-year-old sister. The third, biggest and most crucial mistake was assuming the before mentioned baby was incapable of removing his own diaper whenever the mood struck. Needless to say, fifteen minutes later Nate returned from his little break to find three children rolling with laughter as their baby brother roamed happily through the living room buck naked, leaving a trail of poopies in his wake.

This isn't all fun and easy for me either however. I love my husband. I hate to see him struggle so with the smallest details of parenting. But we all have to learn sometime. But I'm merciful. from time to time I throw him a little rope. I send him and the kids to my mother's house for sunday dinner so that the children get something besides pizza and candy that evening. I've given him some helpful tips to keep the children from getting into bordom-induced mischief.

All in all I'd say he's done quite well. Sure the girls' hair is full of knots and tangles come monday morning, my baby's wearing backwards clothing, and most every child has snot all over their face, but those are just unimportant details. I've also discovered that Matthew's had a great wrestling match with dad and the girls have done their reading. Most of all, the children get to have one whole day of their dad's undivided attention, his love. And that is worth all the detangler in the store.

Plus, I'm now full to the brim with sweet, sweet revenge gratification.