I’ve never been one to air dirty laundry online, but this Easter story is too delicious not to share.
I’m Emma, 35, happily married to Carter—who’s perfect except for one flaw: his entitled family. From the moment we married, his mom Patricia and sisters Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey have made it clear I’d never be “one of them.”
So when they dumped the entire Easter celebration on me—cooking, cleaning, egg hunt, all of it—I smiled and agreed. But I had a little plan.
After cooking for 25 people and enduring endless criticism—“ham’s dry,” “needs more butter,” “wrong gravy boat”—they lounged on my couch while I was expected to clean everything too.
I announced a “Golden Egg Challenge” for the kids. Inside the glittering egg? A note: Your family wins the honor of cleaning up everything! The kids screamed in excitement. The adults? Horrified.
But Carter stood by me. “Family traditions matter,” I reminded them sweetly.
With kids chanting “CLEAN UP!” and eagerly helping, they had no choice but to scrub, sweep, and wash it all.
I watched, sipping a mimosa on the patio, basking in poetic justice.
Next year, they might just show up with gloves and a potluck dish.
