My husband John and I were about to go to his parents with our lovely, boisterous two-year-old. John has complained about wanting a “break” for years. I didn’t realize he meant split from US!

John disappeared at the airport as I juggled our tiny whirlwind and our pile of baggage. Guess where he appears? At the boarding gate, calm as ever, he revealed he had upgraded to business class! Economically squeezed! His justification? “I can’t handle you and the kid now. I NEED SOME QUIET.”