“What’s this?” I asked, not hiding my frustration.
“A checklist,” he said. “So you don’t forget anything.”
Funny how it was all tasks for me! Not one for him!
I stared at it: tidy the kitchen, grab groceries, cook something “cozy” like a baked treat, dust the baseboards—baseboards!
When I looked up, he was sprawled on the sofa, feet up, flipping channels like the King of Last-Minute Hosting!
I couldn’t believe he was just relaxing while I was expected to do everything!
This wasn’t a “we” moment; it was a “me” moment! Again!
I’d done this before. The “surprise” family dinners that weren’t surprises, just badly planned traps! Like the Sunday he “forgot” to tell me his parents were staying over until I got back from shopping.
