My Husband Refused to Replace Our Broken Vacuum and Said I Should Sweep Since I’m ‘Just on Maternity Leave’ — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

When our vacuum broke, my husband said I should just sweep because I’m “home all day anyway.” So I grabbed our newborn and a broken broom and showed up at his office to remind him exactly what that really looks like.

I’m 30. I just had my first baby, a sweet little girl named Lila. She’s 9 weeks old, and yeah—she’s perfect. But also? She’s chaos. She screams like she’s in a horror movie. Hates naps. Hates being put down. Basically lives in my arms.

A fussy baby in his mother's arms | Source: Pexels

A fussy baby in his mother’s arms | Source: Pexels

I’m on unpaid maternity leave, which sounds relaxing until you realize it means I’m working a 24/7 shift with no help, no breaks, and no paycheck.

I’m also handling the house. And the laundry. And the meals. And the litter boxes. We have two cats, both of whom shed like it’s their full-time job.

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A tired woman sitting on a couch | Source: Pexels

My husband Mason is 34. He works in finance. Used to be sweet. When I was pregnant, he made me tea and rubbed my feet. Now? I’m not sure he sees me. I’m the woman who hands him the baby so he can say “she’s fussy” and give her back five seconds later.

Last week, the vacuum died. Which, in a house with two cats and beige carpet, is like losing oxygen.

A woman vacuuming | Source: Pexels

A woman vacuuming | Source: Pexels

“Hey,” I told Mason while he was playing Xbox. “The vacuum finally kicked it. I found a decent one on sale. Can you grab it this week?”

He didn’t even look up. Just paused his game and said, “Why? Just use a broom.”

I blinked. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “Yeah. My mom didn’t have a vacuum when we were kids. She raised five of us with a broom. You’ve got one. And you’re home all day.”

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A man lounging on the couch | Source: Pexels

I stared at him.

“You’re not joking,” I said.

“Nope.” He smirked. “She didn’t complain.”

I let out this weird laugh. Half choking, half dying inside.

“Did your mom also carry a screaming baby around while sweeping with one arm?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Probably. She got it done. Women were tougher back then.”

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A man arguing with his wife | Source: Pexels

I took a breath. Tried to keep calm. “You do know the baby’s crawling soon, right? She’s going to have her face in this carpet.”

Another shrug. “The place isn’t that bad.”

I looked around. There were literal cat tumbleweeds in the corner.

“And anyway,” he added, “I don’t have spare money right now. I’m saving for the yacht trip next month. With the guys.”

“You’re saving for what?”

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A man turning away from his wife | Source: Pexels

“The boat weekend. I told you. I need the break. I’m the one bringing in income right now. It’s exhausting.”

That’s when I stopped talking. Because what was I going to say?

“You haven’t changed a diaper in days?” “You nap while I pump milk at 3 a.m.?” “You think scrubbing spit-up off a onesie is relaxing?”

I didn’t say any of it. I just nodded.

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A sad woman sitting on the couch | Source: Pexels

Apparently, child-rearing is a spa retreat now, and the woman doing it doesn’t deserve a working vacuum. That night, after Lila finally fell asleep on my chest, I didn’t cry. I didn’t yell.

I just sat in the hallway. The light was off, but the dim glow from the nightlight hit the baby monitor just right. It was quiet. Too quiet.

I looked at the broken vacuum. Then I looked at the broom.

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A crying woman | Source: Pexels

I got up. Took the broom in both hands. Snapped it clean in half.

The next morning, while Mason was at work, I texted him.

“Busy day at the office?”

“Yeah. Back-to-backs. Why?”

“Oh. No reason. I’m just on my way.”

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A woman talking on her phone at home | Source: Pexels

I packed Lila into the car, still red-faced from her morning meltdown. I tossed the broken broom in the back.

And I drove.

I pulled into the parking lot of Mason’s office with Lila screaming in the back like I’d strapped her into a rocket seat instead of a car seat. She’d just blown out her diaper on the drive, and she wasn’t shy about letting me know how she felt about it.

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A baby crying | Source: Pexels

Perfect.

I wiped spit-up off my shirt, threw a burp cloth over my shoulder, hoisted the broken broom, and unbuckled the baby.

“Alright, Lila,” I muttered. “Let’s go say hi to Daddy.”

His office building was all glass and steel and fake smiles. I walked in with a red-faced baby in one arm and a jagged broom handle in the other.

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A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

The receptionist blinked twice when she saw us.

“Can I help—?”

“I’m Mason Carter’s wife,” I said, smiling widely. “He left something important at home.”

“Oh. Um. Sure. He’s in a meeting, but you can go back.”

I walked past her desk like I owned the place.

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A kind woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

Lila started wailing again just as I turned the corner into the conference room. There he was. Mason. Sitting at a long glass table with four coworkers, laughing about something on a spreadsheet like he didn’t have a wife slowly unraveling at home.

He looked up. His face went white.

“Babe—what are you doing here?” he said, standing up fast.

I walked straight in and laid the two snapped broom pieces gently on the table in front of him.

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

“Honey,” I said, shifting Lila on my hip, “I tried using the broom like your mom did with her five kids. But it broke. Again.”

The room went silent. Someone coughed. One guy just stared at his laptop like it was suddenly the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

I looked around the room and kept going.

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A woman cuddling a sleeping baby | Source: Pexels

“So,” I said calmly, “should I keep sweeping the carpet with my hands while holding your daughter? Or are you going to buy a new vacuum?”

Mason looked like he might actually faint. His eyes darted between me, the broom, and his coworkers. His jaw opened and closed like he couldn’t decide which disaster to address first.

“Can we talk outside?” he said, his voice sharp and low, already standing.

“Of course,” I said with a smile.

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A tired man looking at the camera | Source: Pexels

He yanked the door closed behind us hard enough that the glass shook.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed. His face was bright red now, all his calm corporate charm gone.

“That was me being resourceful,” I said. “Like your mom.”

“You embarrassed me!” he snapped, glancing over his shoulder toward the conference room. “That was a client pitch. My boss was in there.”

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An angry businessman | Source: Pexels

“Oh, sorry,” I said, cocking my head. “I thought you said this was all part of the job. Housewife stuff. What’s the issue? I’m just doing what you said.”

He ran a hand over his face, frustrated. “I get it, okay? I messed up. I’ll get the vacuum today.”

“No need,” I said. “I already ordered one. With your card.”

I turned and walked out, Lila still crying, broom handle still under my arm.

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A baby crying in their mother’s arms | Source: Pexels

Mason got home that night quieter than usual. He didn’t toss his shoes in the hallway. Didn’t drop his keys on the counter like usual. Didn’t even glance at the Xbox.

I was on the couch feeding Lila. The living room was dim except for the glow from a floor lamp and the soft hum of the white noise machine in the corner. He sat down across from me, hands folded like he was waiting to be called into the principal’s office.

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A serious man sitting down | Source: Pexels

“I talked to HR today,” he said.

I looked up slowly. “HR?”

He nodded, staring at the carpet like it had answers. “Yeah. About our… situation. I said we were going through an adjustment. Stress at home. Lack of sleep. You know.”

I blinked at him. “You mean, you told your job your wife embarrassed you because she’s tired and doesn’t have a vacuum?”

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A woman talking to an annoyed man | Source: Pexels

He rubbed his neck. “That’s not what I said. I just… I didn’t mean to be dismissive, okay? I’ve got a lot going on too.”

I let a beat pass. Lila made a soft grunt in her sleep.

I didn’t yell. Didn’t even raise my voice. I just looked at him and said, calm as ever, “Mason, you’re either a husband and a father, or you’re a roommate with a guilt complex. You decide.”

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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Pexels

He opened his mouth like he might argue. Then he closed it. Just nodded slowly, lips pressed together like he was swallowing something bitter.

The next morning, the yacht trip got canceled. He said the guys were “rescheduling,” but I didn’t ask questions. Pretty sure “the guys” didn’t even know it was happening.

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A man talking on his phone | Source: Pexels

That week, he vacuumed every rug in the house—twice. He looked like he was fighting a war with the dust bunnies. Didn’t say a word about it.

He changed three diapers without being asked. Took the 3 a.m. bottle shift two nights in a row, even when Lila screamed in his face like she knew he was new at it. He paced the hallway with her until she passed out on his shoulder.

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A man on his laptop while holding a baby | Source: Pexels

He even took her for a walk Sunday morning so I could nap. Left a sticky note on the bathroom mirror that said, “Sleep. I’ve got her.”

I didn’t gloat. Didn’t say “told you so.” Didn’t bring up the office.

But the broken broom? Still sitting in the hallway, right where I left it. Just in case he forgets.

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A wooden broom | Source: Pexels

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The Mysterious Reason Why Zac Efron Moved to a Different Country and Changed His Lifestyle

Zac Efron has been a globetrotter since gaining fame, often jetting off for both business and pleasure. Despite this, he maintained his California roots, his birthplace, and his hometown. However, everything took an unexpected turn when he opted to spend more time overseas, leading him to rethink his lifestyle in search of genuine happiness.

He lived most of his life in the United States.

Originally from San Luis Obispo, in California, Zac Efron spent the majority of his life in the United States, having grown up close to the heart of Hollywood. Despite this, his parents were never involved in the entertainment business. Still, he took his first steps into that world early on in his life. His journey in acting and singing began during his time at Arroyo Grande High School in the early 2000s, with a drama teacher playing a pivotal role in connecting him to an agent.

After he achieved success with teen flicks like the High School Musical trilogy and 17 Again(2009), he shifted into more dramatic roles in films such as The Greatest Showman(2017) and, more recently, Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile(2019). It was this ever-growing filmography that allowed him to amass a net worth of around $25 million and allowed him to purchase a mansion in Los Feliz, Los Angeles, in 2013. He lived there for seven years until he no longer felt like it was the right place for him.

So, what happened to Zac Efron to make him change his mind? Keep reading to find out.

His L.A. house had everything to offer, but ultimately it wasn’t enough.

The 36-year-old actor put his Los Feliz home up for sale in December 2020, and the listing made public the house’s astounding features. The property, which is nestled against the Hollywood Hills and located in a prestigious neighborhood filled with plenty of celebrity residents, offers breathtaking views, accentuated by walls of glass, terraces, and numerous outdoor spaces that offer panoramic vistas of the city below.

With five bedrooms and five bathrooms within its 5.455-square-foot layout, the main level includes a living area, dining room, chef’s kitchen adjoining a family room, and a master suite with a spa-like bathroom. But that’s not all!

Additionally, it has three bedrooms with bathrooms downstairs, along with a separate one-bedroom, one-bath guesthouse. It also features amenities such as a gym, media room, game room, and security cameras, and the outdoor space includes view decks suitable for outdoor dining and lounging.

So, with all its potential, it wasn’t shocking that it sold in only a few months, despite the hefty price tag. In May 2021, the house sold for $5.3 million. Albeit below the initial asking price of $5.9 million, it still marks a profitable venture for Efron, as he paid around $4 million when he first purchased the property.

He fell in love with a different country.

In 2020, Efron made a move that had a deep impact on him — he relocated to Byron Bay, Australia. Back then, he still owned the Los Feliz mansion, so many thought it was just a temporary home. The fact that he lived out of a van, before buying a property in the Australian beachside town also led many to believe nothing much could come of the move.

However, he shot the second season of his Netflix documentary series Down to Earththere, which allowed him to spend over a year with the Aussies. Eventually, he did return to the US to enjoy quality time with his family, but it wasn’t long before he was once again on Australian ground. This time, it was to shoot Ricky Stanicky, a movie in which he co-stars with John Cena and that has yet to have a set date for its debut.

But a special situation might have sealed the deal for his ever-growing bond with the country. Shortly after he moved to Australia, Efron found love. He met Vanessa Valladares, a waitress at the Byron Bay General Store & Cafe, in June 2020. They began dating and eventually spent Christmas and New Year’s together in Australia. Although the couple has since called it quits, the relationship might have been the final trigger of Efron’s decision to move permanently from the US, as he then put his L.A. home on the market.

Finally, a source close to the actor revealed in January 2021, that Efron already considered Australia «home.»

The actor doesn’t think Hollywood is a healthy place to live in.

The actor had previously expressed his intention to move out of Hollywood, though, and it was precisely in a scene from Down to Earth. In the fourth episode, he candidly shared his desire to move away from the Hollywood scene and the lifestyle associated with it, and emphasized that it didn’t contribute in any way to a «long, happy, mentally-sound life.»

Curiously, what happened to Zac Efron also happened to Chris Hemsworth, in which both actors decided to move to Australia so they could distance themselves from the hecticness of Hollywood. Although Hemsworth himself is Australian, his mindset was similar to that of Efron.

In 2016, Hemsworth, known for his role as Thor in several Marvel movies, relocated his family from Los Angeles to Byron Bay. The 40-year-old similarly expressed a wish to escape the suffocating nature of being constantly surrounded by the entertainment industry. Opting for a more tranquil lifestyle, as of 2023, he and his family reside in a $20 million mega-mansion in Byron Bay’s hinterland, which they view as a healthier environment for their children to grow up in.

Zac Efron isn’t the only celebrity who decided to move to a new home. Many others did as well, and they spared no expenses to buy the luxury house of their dreams. We listed a few of the most expensive celebrity homes here and showed what makes them extraordinary.

Preview photo credit Down to Earth / The Nacelle Company and co-producerzacefron / Instagram

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