My Husband’s Family Gave Me a Chore List for the Family Vacation—While They Relaxed on the Beach
I should have known something was wrong the second Diane handed me the laminated sheet. We had barely stepped into the beach house, the salty breeze still clinging to our skin, when she patted my arm and smiled sweetly. “Tess, honey, I made this to keep things running smoothly.” At first, I smiled back, thinking it was something useful—maybe the Wi-Fi password or a list of fun things to do nearby. But when I looked down, my stomach twisted. It was a chore chart. Color-coded. Detailed. Broken down by day