My wife still hasn’t forgiven me for the “Barcelona Bathroom Incident of 2019.” Three weeks into our year-long stint in Spain, our ancient apartment’s plumbing decided to stage a revolt. At 3 AM. With water gushing from places pipes shouldn’t exist. As I frantically Google-translated “catastrophic flood” to our confused landlord, Sarah stood knee-deep in…
I still remember the moment we got the news. My husband John burst through the door, practically vibrating with excitement. “They’re offering us Singapore! Two years, maybe more!” After the champagne and calls to our parents, reality hit me like a bucket of ice water at 3 AM. What about the kids? Emma was thriving…