My husband fired our nanny and forced my injured mother to care for our four children—so I decided to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

opening a beer.

“Daycare called,” I said. “Where was Nina?”

He looked up and smiled.

That smile instantly made me uneasy.

“Why do we even need a nanny?” he asked casually. “I fired her.”

I stared at him.

“You did what?”

He took a drink. “Your mom lives here now. She can help with the kids.”

Then he added: “Or is she planning to continue reading …