I’m a work-from-home mom of two toddlers, juggling client deadlines and endless messes. So when my husband Nathan called to say, “We’ll be there in five — can you whip up that roast you made?” I almost cried.
We? Turned out, he meant his new boss, Celeste. With five minutes’ notice, I set the table with our wedding china, folded napkins into swans, and lit candles. But when it came to the food, I had a plan. I plated three slices of cold toast topped with tuna and onions, with baby carrots on the side.
Then I carried it out like it was a Michelin-starred meal. Nathan’s face drained. “Liv… what is this?” “Dinner,” I said sweetly. “Quick magic. You did ask me to manage faster.”Celeste blinked, then burst out laughing. “You made this in five minutes? I like her.” Before leaving, she added with a smirk, “Next time, let’s schedule through me.” When the door shut, Nathan hissed, “You embarrassed me.”
“No, Nathan,” I said evenly. “You embarrassed yourself. I’m not your event planner. I’m your wife. And I’m tired of being invisible.”That night, he sat in silence, and for once, I let it hang. Weeks later, he started helping more — cooking Saturday dinners, handling daycare schedules, even asking before inviting guests. And sometimes, just to keep him humble, I’d raise an eyebrow at dinner. “Tuna on toast tonight?” He’d pale. I’d smile. Lesson learned.