That poor man

My poor husband. When my kids were little, my daycare provider would make clucking noises whenever I mentioned him and say, "That poor man." I think it might have had something to do with my lack of domestic skills because sometimes when I picked up the kids, she would slip me a hot tin foil package of dinner for that poor man. So maybe I should just clean the house to celebrate Father's Day? Here's a status report on that front, on NickMom.