When Vienna’s husband, Adam, refused to help get the kids ready for school—opting instead for his usual hour-long “sacred” bath—she snapped. On the morning of her important job interview, he brushed her off, saying, “You can handle things for an hour, can’t you?” That was the last straw.
Determined to teach him a lesson about partnership, Vienna launched a series of hilarious, escalating pranks. She swapped his bath oils with baby oil, replaced his spa playlist with kids’ songs, and turned off the hot water. He emerged from the tub slippery, grumpy, and confused—but still undeterred.
Next came glitter-filled bath bombs, cold water pranks with rubber ducks and pirate battle sound effects, and even a motion-triggered air horn that blasted whenever he entered the tub. Vienna enlisted the kids, turned the bathroom into chaos, and made sure Adam felt the same stress she did each morning.
The final blow? Neon pink hair dye disguised as shampoo. His scream echoed through the neighborhood.
Only then did Adam finally get it. He cut back his baths, stepped up with the kids, and became a true partner at home.
Vienna, victorious, called it: her Nobel Prize in Chore Distribution.