My Husband Refused to Buy Eggs for Our Kids — Then I Caught Him Gifting Them to His Mom

Julia never imagined she’d be venting about eggs, but here she was.

Egg prices had become absolutely outrageous! Anyone who had stepped inside a grocery store recently knew they were practically a luxury item.

But for Julia’s family?

Eggs weren’t just another breakfast ingredient. With two toddlers in the house, proper nutrition was a priority.

So when her husband, Jordan, offhandedly suggested they cut down on groceries and stop buying eggs, she was furious.

But she let it slide.

That is, until she found out where the eggs were actually going.

And let’s just say, Jordan would never again misunderstand where his priorities should lie.

The previous Monday, Julia had called Jordan while he was driving home from work.

“Hey, babe,” she said. “Can you grab a couple dozen eggs? The kids are almost out, and you know they have a set breakfast routine. Oh, and pick up some bananas too.”

There was a brief silence. She heard the radio click off. And then, the audacity.

“Julia, have you seen how much eggs cost right now? We don’t need them that badly. The boys will survive without them. Elijah doesn’t even like eggs—he just eats them out of habit. And Levi? He’ll eat whatever you put in front of him. We should really start watching our grocery spending.”

Cut back?

On food? For their kids?

Her grip tightened around the phone.

“We’re not skimping on the kids’ nutrition, Jordan. Maybe you should consider canceling your gym membership. It’s not like you use it anyway.”

Jordan sighed dramatically, as if she were the one being unreasonable.

“They’re just eggs, Julia. Give them more fruit or something.”

She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stay calm instead of arguing.

Fine, Jordan. You want to play the “let’s be frugal” game? Let’s play.

That evening, she loaded the boys into the car and bought the eggs herself. And since she was already there, she picked up some chocolate, fresh fruit, yogurt, and milkshakes.

No big deal.

Or so she thought.

That weekend, they visited Jordan’s mother, Carolyn. Julia didn’t have a problem with her. As far as mothers-in-law went, Carolyn was fairly easygoing—she didn’t interfere with how Julia raised her kids, which was more than some could say.

So when Carolyn asked to spend time with the boys, Julia agreed. And since their grandmother wasn’t exactly known for cooking, Julia packed lunches for them.

Upon arriving at Carolyn’s house, she headed to the fridge to put the lunchboxes away.

And that’s when she saw it.

An entire fridge stocked with eggs.

Not just a few cartons—stacks upon stacks. It looked like Carolyn was either preparing for a disaster or planning to make omelets for an entire army.

Julia stared at them, her stomach twisting.

What the hell?

“Wow, Carolyn!” she exclaimed. “Where did you manage to find so many eggs? I swear, I can’t even get my hands on a dozen at a reasonable price these days!”

Carolyn beamed, completely unaware of the storm brewing in Julia’s mind. Jordan and Julia were on opposite sides of a battle neither had acknowledged yet.

“Oh, Jules,” Carolyn said cheerfully. “It’s been such a struggle to find eggs at a fair price, but Jordan got these for me. He’s such a sweetheart! He brought them over yesterday so I wouldn’t have to search for them myself.”

Julia’s stomach sank.

She turned toward Jordan, who was rummaging through his mother’s snack cupboard.

The same man who had told her eggs were too expensive for their own children had somehow managed to find an entire stockpile for his mother.

And he had the nerve to look guilty about it.

She exhaled slowly.

Not here, Julia. Not now.

She knew how Jordan operated. If she confronted him in front of Carolyn, he’d immediately become defensive. Carolyn would jump in, showering him with excuses, and suddenly, Julia would be the villain.

So instead, she smiled sweetly.

“Wow, Jordan, that was really considerate of you!”

His shoulders loosened. He actually thought he was off the hook.

Oh, you poor, naive man.

The car ride home was silent.

Not because she was angry.

Because she was planning.

By Monday morning, Operation Priorities was officially in motion.

Jordan sat at the table, expecting his usual breakfast of eggs, toast, and sausage.

What he got instead?

A single slice of dry toast and a cup of black coffee. No sugar.

“Uh… where’s breakfast, Jules?” he asked, staring at his plate in confusion.

She gave him an innocent smile.

“Oh, love,” she said sweetly. “I had to cut back on groceries. Eggs are just too expensive, remember? And honestly, so is milk. And sugar. Don’t even get me started on sausages. We have to be mindful of our spending, right?”

His face twitched.

“Julia,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Come on! That was about the kids, not me!”

She tilted her head.

“Well, if our children don’t need eggs, Jordan, I don’t see why you should have them either.”

With a frustrated sigh, he took a bite of his sad, flavorless toast.

She grabbed her purse. “I’m going to get the kids ready for the day. Enjoy your breakfast.”

He mumbled something under his breath, but she was already walking away.

The next morning?

Same dull breakfast.

And the next.

And the next.

The eggs were in the fridge. If Jordan had wanted to, he could have cooked them himself. But that was the thing about Jordan—lazy and selfish.

By the fifth day of eggless misery, he finally cracked.

“Okay, okay! I get it!” he blurted.

Julia looked up, feigning innocence.

“Get what, darling?” she asked as she stirred her tea.

“I shouldn’t have told you to cut back on eggs while buying them for my mom. It was selfish, alright? But when she called, I just… I didn’t want to tell her no. Can I please have some eggs now?”

She leaned back, arms folded.

“Oh, I don’t know, Jordan,” she said, dipping her biscuit into her tea. “I was thinking of sending them to your mom instead. Since she’s obviously the priority.”

He groaned, rubbing his face.

“Alright, alright, Julia,” he admitted. “I was wrong. I should have put the kids first.”

Silence filled the room.

Then?

She walked to the fridge, grabbed a single egg, and placed it on his plate.

“There. That’s all you get today, Jordan,” she said. “Maybe tomorrow, if I feel generous, you’ll get two.”

His jaw dropped.

“Julia! What am I supposed to do with one raw egg?”

“Oh, hush. Figure it out. Cooking isn’t rocket science. You should be grateful I didn’t send it straight to Carolyn.”

Jordan groaned dramatically, glaring at the lonely egg as if it had personally offended him.

“Julia,” he tried again, his voice softer. “Listen. I can explain.”

She crossed her arms, waiting.

He sighed, running a hand down his face, looking more tired than usual.

“It’s not just about the eggs,” he admitted. “Work’s been rough. They’re making cuts at the office, and I keep wondering… what if I’m next? What if something happens? I’ve just been trying to save money wherever I can.”

Julia’s expression softened.

“You never told me that.”

“Because I didn’t want to add more stress. You already handle so much.”

She sighed, the anger fading.

“I get it, Jordan. But do you know what’s worse than telling your mom no? Telling your children their dad wouldn’t even buy them food.”

His eyes met hers.

“I didn’t think of it that way.”

“Well, you should,” she said gently. “Next time? Talk to me. No more cutting back on essentials without discussion.”

He nodded. “You’re right.”

The next morning, things returned to normal.

And by Friday?

Julia opened the fridge to find six cartons of eggs.

She turned to Jordan. “Did you rob a farm?”

He smirked. “Just making sure we don’t run out again.”

She smiled. “Look at you, Jordan. Learning and growing.”

He laughed, and just like that, they were okay again.