You loved your life, truly. You got to live in a big house, with your two handsome, strong, smart husbands, not needing to work, and being able to do whatever the hell you want. How much better can it get, truly?

Okay, you did do some things. Like cooking most of the meals, vacuum and mop once a week, laundry twice a week, dust twice a month, small things.

Now, you were on the couch. You deep-cleaned most of the house that day, so you were going to take the night to rest. As you were watching a movie, you heard Chris and Leon come home.

Then you heard them fall on their asses on the freshly mopped floor.