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I heard the front door shut with a soft click—but it may as well have been a nuclear bomb going off, which would have made sense considering the state of everything around me. The house was a mess, and there was no way I was getting it cleaned up before he saw the damage. After several arguments over nap time, I’d finally gotten the kids to bed, though by the looks of the house, anyone would think a war had broken out before and after the event. I sprinted into the kitchen, nearly taking out my right hip against the granite countertop, and furiously rubbed at my cheeks, trying in vain to remove the flour I knew was still caked to my face from our baking experiment earlier. I could hear his footsteps approaching down the hall. Closer… closer… Great. Rip was going to be all anal and accusatory, questioning whether I could really handle things, and I was going to have to explain myself. Again.