I went along with it for a while. However, not this time.
It was a peaceful Saturday morning, and I was enjoying some downtime when he walked in with his usual smug grin and announced, “My family’s coming over in four hours. Just a small thing.”
After that, he handed me a checklist all stuff I had to do: clean the kitchen, go grocery shopping, cook dinner and dessert, and even wipe down the baseboards!
I couldn’t believe it.
He flopped onto the couch like a king, ready to relax. Meanwhile, I scrambled around.
But instead of arguing, I smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll run to the store.”
Later I grabbed my purse and drove to Target. And I stayed there.
I got a latte, wandered the aisles, and took my sweet time doing absolutely nothing productive.
For once, I wasn’t rushing around trying to meet someone else’s unrealistic expectations.
I texted him after a while: “Still at the store. Traffic’s wild .”
As I came home late the chaos was glorious.
Half-cleaned rooms, screaming kids, a burnt frozen pizza on the table, and my frazzled husband desperately trying to make store-bought cheesecake look fancy.
His face when he saw me? Priceless. “Where have you been?” he gasped.
I poured a glass of wine, and said sweetly, “You told me to go to the store. So I went.”
That night, I didn’t lift a finger. His mom looked judgmental, but I didn’t care.
It was the first time I didn’t run myself ragged for someone else’s plans.
Later, he tried to fight. “You embarrassed me,” he snapped.
“You dumped everything on me again and expected a thank-you,” I told him. “This isn’t a partnership it’s a job I didn’t apply for.”
To my surprise, the next morning, my husband cleaned the kitchen. By himself. Some weeks later, he asked if we could plan the next family visit together.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
And since that day? He hasn’t pulled the last-minute hosting stunt once. Lesson learned.
