When my husband, Keith, smugly told me he was going on a resort vacation because I “don’t work,” I smiled and let him go. He had no idea how wrong he was about the exhausting work I did every day at home with our newborn, Lily.I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in months, and every day felt like a marathon. Keith would come home from work looking fresh,

while I was juggling chores and caring for Lily, barely keeping it together. When he complained about his busy day, I kept quiet, but his comment about staying home being a vacation” struck a nerve.A week later, Keith excitedly told me about his trip to Cancun. When I asked about me, he dismissed it, saying I didn’t need a vacation. I smiled and agreed, but behind the smile, I made a plan to teach him a lesson.