Thanksgiving Trauma

I woke up Wednesday morning looking forward to Thanksgiving Day. Although, I love to cook; I wouldn't have to this year. I had known this since the first week In October.We were originally invited(myself, husband, three kids) to Thanksgiving with my family. Get this...bring nothing but yourself and containers for leftover food. I thought to myself. Now that's a plan.
Enter my stepson. He and his wife have a home, which we have not yet visited. They live almost two hours away. With our crazy schedules, children & sports etc. We haven't been there yet. The couple of times we were going to visit, they had other plans and so on.
This year, November 7th, to be precise, he invited us to his house. How could we refuse? So, we canceled other plans and determined to go and have our meal there. Now, when he invited we were at a basketball game. Although his wife was there, I wanted to make certain she was okay with it. She was sitting behind him so, I said talk it over with your wife. "Yes ma'am." he says. The last thing I mentioned before we left was don't forget to talk to your wife. He called to wish both my husband and daughter 'happy birthday', they have birthdays the second week in November. They reminded him about the event by asking what do we need to bring etc.
The week of the 17th we left voice messages. He did not return them. But this was no cause to be alarmed. He often returns a call a week or even two later. Well, to make a long story short the day before Thanksgiving is when she found out she was cooking. Not wanting to leave the burden on her I volunteered to go early, bring something, and help cook.
My husband wanting to be helpful, called his son. He offered the advice, never put your wife on the spot like that. Give her the opportunity to decide etc.etc. The end result? I somehow wound up being the host/cook for Thanksgiving. I also spent more money than I would have when cooking. Because I start early buying broth, cake flour, etc. a little along.
I was not a happy camper. But, I cooked my turkey Wednesday night. We were running around like mad scientist. I still felt tremendous stress. Although hubby, did help by cleaning out the refrigerator, washing clothes etc. My children who love to cook helped as well. By Thanksgiving morning I had resolved myself to cooking. I ran to the store for some forgotten items. I return home to find......even more people were coming. He owes me BIG time.