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I sighed and scooped him off the counter, setting him on the floor with a toy spatula as a peace offering.\n\n\n\n
The turkey was in the oven, the table half-set, and the mashed potatoes \u2014 well, they were still more like potato chunks, but I was determined.\n\n\n\n
Hosting Thanksgiving was my Everest every year. Sure, it was stressful, but there was something deeply satisfying about pulling it off, even if my in-laws did nothing but offer critiques disguised as helpful suggestions.\n\n\n\n A woman cooking | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I\u2019d barely taken a breath when the front door slammed open. Dan\u2019s voice boomed through the chaos.\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019re here!\u201d\n\n\n\n We?\n\n\n\n I turned, still holding a bowl of partly mashed potatoes, to see Dan standing in the entryway. He was beaming, the kind of grin he wore when he\u2019d made a decision he thought was brilliant but was about to wreck my day.\n\n\n\n A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Behind him, a parade of unfamiliar faces streamed in, each looking ready for a party. Some held bottles of wine or bags of snacks, while others glanced around uncertainly, clearly sensing that their arrival wasn\u2019t as warmly anticipated as Dan had promised.\n\n\n\n \u201cDan,\u201d I said slowly, my voice edged with warning, \u201cwho\u2019s \u2018we\u2019?\u201d\n\n\n\n He didn\u2019t notice the tension in my tone, and even worse, chose to ignore it. His grin widened, oblivious to the rising storm.\n\n\n\n A smiling man | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cI invited a few coworkers,\u201d he said casually as if this were something we\u2019d discussed in detail and agreed upon over breakfast. \u201cThey didn\u2019t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving. Isn\u2019t that what the holidays are all about?\u201d\n\n\n\n I stared at him, the words not quite connecting in my brain. Did he seriously just say a few coworkers? My grip tightened around the bowl of potatoes, the ridges of its edge digging into my palms.\n\n\n\n \u201cA few?\u201d I managed, my voice climbing a little higher with each word.\n\n\n\n A shocked woman holding a bowl | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cFifteen,\u201d he replied, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He was still grinning, proud of his altruistic brilliance. \u201cBut it\u2019s no big deal! Just make a couple more portions. You\u2019re great at this stuff.\u201d\n\n\n\n I blinked, the number reverberating in my skull. Fifteen. Fifteen unexpected, unplanned, utterly uninvited people standing in my house on Thanksgiving, the day I dreaded each year for its precise balancing act of chaos and tradition.\n\n\n\n For a moment, I was too stunned to do anything but picture my bowl of potatoes sailing through the air toward Dan\u2019s head.\n\n\n\n A bowl of potatoes flying through the air | Source: DALL-E\n\n\n\n The fantasy was short-lived but oh-so-satisfying. I could almost hear the splat as the potatoes scattered like confetti.\n\n\n\n But alas, I was not the kind of woman who hurled produce. At least, not yet.\n\n\n\n Instead, I took a deep breath, the kind that makes your chest feel too tight but stops you from screaming. Plastering on a smile that felt more like barbed wire than warmth, I pivoted toward the living room, where Dan\u2019s coworkers were now awkwardly congregating near the couch.\n\n\n\n People standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Emma was circling their legs like a determined little tornado, holding up her latest crayon masterpiece, while Jake toddled around with a triumphant fistful of crackers he\u2019d scavenged from God knows where.\n\n\n\n \u201cWelcome, everyone!\u201d I called, clapping my hands together so loudly it startled one poor guy into dropping his snack bag. \u201cSo glad you could join us! Since this was a little\u2026 unexpected,\u201d I said, letting the pause hang heavily in the air, \u201cI\u2019ll need some help to make it all come together.\u201d\n\n\n\n Dan\u2019s grin faltered. That alone was enough to give me a spark of satisfaction.\n\n\n\n A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cUh, I thought you had everything under control\u2014\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, I do,\u201d I said sweetly, my voice dripping with the kind of sugary determination that made my children instinctively behave. \u201cBut you can take the kids upstairs so I can focus down here.\u201d\n\n\n\n He opened his mouth to argue, the flicker of panic crossing his face suggesting he realized too late that he had underestimated the situation.\n\n\n\n I gave him a pointed look. He closed his mouth and glanced around the room for an ally. None of his coworkers made eye contact. They all suddenly seemed deeply interested in the patterns on my living room rug. Smart move.\n\n\n\n People standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n With Dan momentarily neutralized, I turned back to the crowd, my smile now dialed up to full-on mom-general mode.\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, here\u2019s what we\u2019re going to do. Jim,\u201d \u2014 I decided the man fumbling with the dropped snack looked like a Jim \u2014 \u201ccan you continue mashing these potatoes? And you, Sarah, right? Great. Sarah, could you help set the table?\u201d\n\n\n\n They hesitated, unsure whether this was part of some elaborate Thanksgiving tradition or just my thinly veiled way of punishing them.\n\n\n\n People exchanging awkward glances | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cThe kitchen is just through here, follow me,\u201d I added, turning to lead the way.\n\n\n\n Soon, everyone was busy with their assignments like recruits who knew better than to question their drill sergeant.\n\n\n\n Dan returned after about ten minutes, now wearing a paper turkey glued to his shirt, courtesy of Emma\u2019s relentless crafting enthusiasm. Jake trailed after him with a smug look, holding a juice box I was certain he hadn\u2019t asked for.\n\n\n\n A boy holding a juice box | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Dan surveyed the scene, his mouth opening in what was likely another attempt at commentary, but I shut it down with a simple glance. My impromptu army was working, and no way was he going to derail it now.\n\n\n\n The sound of the potato peeler scraping against tubers joined the clinking of plates and the occasional giggle of guests trying to navigate their tasks.\n\n\n\n It was chaos, yes, but it was my chaos.\n\n\n\n A confident woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n It wasn\u2019t all smooth sailing. Someone spilled cranberry sauce on my rug, and another coworker accidentally doubled the sugar in the sweet potatoes. But somehow, by sheer force of will (and a little wine), the chaos began to look like progress.\n\n\n\n Dinner came together like a miracle. The table groaned under the weight of turkey, stuffing, and all the trimmings, each dish looking more impressive than the last.\n\n\n\n I took my seat at the head of the table, raising my glass with a triumphant smile.\n\n\n\n A woman making a toast | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cThank you all for coming on such short notice,\u201d I began, my tone warm but pointed. \u201cThis wouldn\u2019t have been possible without your help \u2014 literally. I hope you enjoyed seeing what Thanksgiving prep looks like in this house. Isn\u2019t teamwork amazing?\u201d\n\n\n\n Dan\u2019s boss chuckled. \u201cDan, you didn\u2019t tell us we\u2019d be working on our day off!\u201d\n\n\n\n The table erupted in laughter. Dan gave a sheepish smile, sinking lower into his chair. I allowed myself a moment of smug satisfaction.\n\n\n\n A sheepish man at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n After dessert, I stood, clapping my hands once more. \u201cAlright, everyone, let\u2019s tackle the clean-up together! Dan, why don\u2019t you lead the dishwashing crew? You\u2019re so good at organizing.\u201d\n\n\n\n Dan\u2019s coworkers didn\u2019t even blink. They rose, collecting plates and stacking bowls as if it were second nature.\n\n\n\n I watched from the doorway as Dan scrubbed dishes, a streak of whipped cream on his cheek and an expression of utter defeat on his face.\n\n\n\n A man washing dishes | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Jake toddled over, tugging at his pant leg, and Dan crouched down, his voice soft but tired.\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, buddy. Mommy\u2019s the boss, isn\u2019t she?\u201d\n\n\n\n You bet your glued-on turkey she is, I thought, smirking as I headed back to the dining room.\n\n\n\n Later that night, as the house finally quieted and the kids snored softly in their beds, Dan found me on the couch. He sat down beside me, handing me a mug of tea.\n\n\n\n A woman holding a mug of tea | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n \u201cZoe,\u201d he began, running a hand through his hair, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t think about how much work goes into this. I shouldn\u2019t have surprised you like that.\u201d\n\n\n\n I let the silence stretch just long enough for him to squirm. \u201cNo, you shouldn\u2019t have,\u201d I said, though my tone was more teasing than angry now.\n\n\n\n He gave me a small smile. \u201cYou were amazing today.\u201d\n\n\n\n I sipped my tea, leaning back onto the couch with a satisfied sigh.\n\n\n\n A woman relaxing | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cJust remember this next time you think about inviting an entire office to Thanksgiving.\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cNext time?\u201d He looked horrified, and I couldn\u2019t help but laugh.\n\n\n\n \u201cLet\u2019s hope there\u2019s no next time,\u201d I said, resting my head on his shoulder.\n\n\n\n Thanksgiving was a rollercoaster, but at least it was our rollercoaster, and I was firmly in the driver\u2019s seat.\n\n\n\n A confident woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Here\u2019s another story: My MIL Gloria crossed a line when she strutted into Thanksgiving with a turkey bearing a photo of my face. Her humiliating \u201cjoke\u201d in front of the family was the last straw. But little did Gloria know, I had a plan to turn her stunt into the talk of the town \u2014 for all the wrong reasons. Click here to keep reading.\n\n\n\n This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n\n\n\n The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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