My Husband Chose First Class With His Mom, Leaving Me in Economy With the Kids — He Won’t Forget How I Handled It
They strolled away toward the first-class lounge, leaving me with two cranky children and a slowly rising tide of determination to teach them a lesson about privilege and self-indulgence. “Oh, it’ll be luxurious all right,” I muttered under my breath, a mischievous plan beginning to take shape in my mind. “Just wait, Clark. This will…