Entitled co-worker wants to bring her three children to our party and demands that

entitled co-orker wants to bring her

three children to our party and demands

that I lock my cats up and wipe the

whole house of cat hair because she is

allergic. Our office was planning the

annual Christmas party and everyone kept

asking me to host since I have a pool

and just invested in a ridiculous

barbecue setup. I'm talking professional

grade, the kind that makes grown men

jealous. It cost me more than my first

car, but I love cooking for people. I

said yes, but with two clear conditions,

adults only, and I'm making my specialty

garlic butter prawns alongside the usual

barbecue stuff. Everyone agreed

immediately. Some people even asked if I

could cook their prawns separately due

to allergies, which I was happy to do.

Then Ashley came back from her six-month

maternity leave. Within 3 days, she sent

a companywide email asking if she could

bring her three children to the party. I

politely replied with the original email

chain showing everyone had agreed to my

terms. She responded with a crying emoji

and that's not fair. For the next week,

she went around the office talking to

people, trying to build support. She

cornered our boss multiple times.

Eventually, he called me into his

office. She was sitting there waiting

with this expectant look on her face.

The boss started gently. He asked me to

be flexible since Ashley just returned

and we shouldn't exclude her from team

bonding. That's when Ashley laid out her

actual demands. She needed me to

completely baby proof my house because

her oldest has ADHD and can't sit still

for long. She wanted all sharp corners

covered, chemicals locked away, the

whole 9 yards. Then came the real

kicker. She's severely allergic to cats,

so I need to deep clean my entire house

of all cat hair and lock my two cats

outside for the duration of the party.

She said this would take me maybe a

weekend to properly do. She looked at me

like this was completely reasonable and

added, "If everyone just watches the

kids for a few minutes each, there's no

problem. My youngest will stay with me

the whole time. The older two just need

occasional supervision." I stared at her

in disbelief. Let me get this straight.

You want me to lock my cats out of their

own home in December? Scrub my house top

to bottom for your allergy, remove all

alcohol from an adult party, baby proof

everything, and have everyone babysit

instead of enjoying themselves? She

nodded enthusiastically like I was

finally understanding her perspective. I

turned to my boss. No, I'm not baby

proofing my house for one person. I'm

definitely not locking my cats outside

in December for any reason whatsoever.

There will be alcohol, hot grills, a

pool, and no supervision for children.

This is an adult party for adult

co-workers. Ashley should skip this one.

I reminded them both that I only agreed

to host because everyone accepted my

terms up front. If anyone's unhappy with

the arrangement, they're welcome to

volunteer their own house, and I

genuinely won't complain or hold it

against them. Ashley's face went bright

red. She stood up abruptly and stormed

out of the office, tears streaming down

her face, muttering something about

discrimination. Within an hour,

co-workers started approaching me

individually. Just go along with it for

a few hours. Keep the office peaceful.

Being a mom of three is incredibly hard.

She deserves a break, too. One person

actually said I was being selfish. I

refused every single time. Honestly,

fewer people just means more beer and

prawns for me. No big deal. The boss

sent out a new email asking if anyone

else wanted to volunteer to host the

party instead. I noticed I wasn't

included in that email chain, but found

out through a work friend. People were

replying back and forth with excuses,

but absolutely nobody was offering up

their place. Too small, no parking,

renovating, you name it. Yesterday,

Ashley came to my desk carrying her

baby, trying to show me how cute he was

and making baby talk. I don't like kids,

period. So, I politely but firmly asked

her to please leave my work space so I

could focus on the project deadline. She

took major offense and actually left

work for the entire day, leaving her

backlog of work for the rest of us to

handle since we all assumed she'd come

back after lunch. This morning, we all

received a lengthy email from her. Good

morning, everyone. I'm reaching out

after church to address the current

situation we're all facing. As you know,

I've been asking to join the Christmas

party, but some of you think it's a

joke. I genuinely want to come. I've

been on leave for six long months. Is it

too much to ask for some free time to

catch up with my co-workers? It's not

very Christian of you to refuse helping

a single mom who's struggling. To avoid

further confusion, I'm formally

requesting reasonable accommodation for

my family. I hit reply all immediately.

To clarify for everyone, anyone who

wants to volunteer their home for the

party, please speak up now. Otherwise,

the original terms stand as agreed. My

cats will remain inside their home where

they belong. 3 hours later, complete

radio silence from everyone. The party's

in 2 weeks.