For the past two years, my husband was in annoying habit of springing family visits on me at the last minute.

He casually mentioned his parents or sister were “dropping by” which really meant I was expected to clean, cook, and entertain with almost no notice.

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.”