Thanksgiving was chaotic as I tried to finish dinner while managing the kids. My daughter, Emma, was painting on the walls, and my son, Jake, was crumbling cookies everywhere. Amid the chaos, my husband, Dan, opened the door and announced, “We’re here!” to my surprise guests—15 of his co-workers.
“Dan, who are ‘we’?” I asked, shocked.
Dan smiled, explaining he’d invited them last minute, and I was left to handle it all. I managed to control my anger, quickly organizing the guests to help in the kitchen. After a hectic prep, we enjoyed dinner together. I raised a glass, thanking everyone for their help, especially Dan’s co-workers.
Once they left, Dan apologized for the surprise and admitted he hadn’t realized how much work Thanksgiving required. “You shouldn’t have invited that many,” I told him, but ultimately, the day was about gratitude.
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