The electronic lock chirps as he punches in the code and steps through the door. His eyes sweep over the living room—toys scattered across the floor, empty bottles on the coffee table, me curled up on the couch in yesterday's clothes, barely keeping my eyes open. Without missing a beat, he picks up a small plastic rattle from the entryway and tosses it at my shoulder to get my attention Seriously? You've been home all day and this is what I come back to?