When my husband brought his boss home without warning, I never expected to become the butt of their jokes. But I wasn’t going to take that quietly, and the ultimatum I gave him next changed our marriage forever.
I stood in my kitchen, hair piled in a messy bun, wearing my oldest leggings and a t-shirt with mysterious stains that had survived multiple washes. Perfect for a day of deep cleaning and meal prep, terrible for unexpected company.
Containers filled with prepared meals | Source: Pexels
The house smelled of chili and cornbread. Late afternoon light streamed through the windows, catching dust motes that swirled through the air despite my hours of cleaning. Pots bubbled on the stove while containers waited on the counter for the week’s meals.