Sarah prided herself on her work ethic as a project manager, balancing work and home life. Her husband, Tom, worked regular hours as an accountant. One evening, Sarah came home to find a gourmet menu on the fridge, demanding she cook extravagant meals. Furious, she confronted Tom, who dismissed her concerns.

“I thought it would be nice to have some variety,” Tom said, clueless about the strain he was adding to Sarah’s already exhausting days.

“Enjoy it?” Sarah snapped. “I barely have time to eat, let alone cook gourmet meals. I need help, not more work.”

Tom, taken aback, failed to grasp her frustration. “I handle the bills, the yard work, the car maintenance. You think that’s nothing?”

Sarah shook her head. “It’s not about quitting your job; it’s about sharing responsibilities. Cooking gourmet meals is unrealistic.”

The argument ended with Tom storming out. Determined to make her point, Sarah devised a plan. She hired Chef Martin, using Tom’s new car savings to pay him.

On Friday, Tom walked in, delighted by the aroma of Beef Wellington. As he ate, Chef Martin emerged. “Is there something wrong with the beef, sir?”

Tom was shocked. “Who are you?”

“This is Chef Martin,” Sarah said. “I hired him to cook this meal to show you how demanding it is.”

Tom’s face reddened. “You… you did what?”

Sarah explained. “I wanted you to see the effort it takes. Maybe now you’ll appreciate what I do.”

Tom realized his mistake. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t consider the work it would take.”