Family gatherings should be joyful, but with my in-laws, they’re more like a test I didn’t study for.
Last Easter, my mother-in-law, Patricia, and Carter’s sisters—Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey—decided I’d be their personal party planner. An extravagant Easter egg hunt? My job. A 25-person dinner? Also my job. Cleaning up? You guessed it—my job.
At first, I played along. I cooked, decorated, and even smiled through their critiques. (“The ham’s dry.” “The gravy boat is wrong.”) But when they sat back after dinner, expecting me to clean their mess, I decided enough was enough.
I announced a “Golden Egg Hunt” for the kids, with a special prize inside. The winner? Their family got to clean the entire house!
The kids erupted in excitement, chanting, “CLEAN UP!” while my in-laws gaped in horror.
“This is a joke, right?” Patricia hissed.
“Nope!” I beamed. “Family traditions are important, right?”
Carter burst out laughing as his sisters grudgingly picked up sponges. An hour later, my kitchen was spotless—and I hadn’t lifted a finger.
Lesson learned: Sometimes, the best revenge is letting karma do the dirty work.
