Ever get stuck in the masculine hustle when what you really crave is your feminine flow? This weekend, after a stomach bug explosion (you know the kind) decimated our twins, I was scrubbing the bathroom and muttering to myself when my husband walked in. I told him I needed to watch a YouTube video to figure out how to attach the front license plate to my new car. He looked at me a little wounded and said, "Babe, you don't need YouTube. I've got you." Cue the lump in my throat