My mother-in-law told the guests to sleep in the kitchen because they were young, but I devised a scheme to eject them from my room
I was really a little pleased when my mother-in-law said that some village relatives would be visiting; they would be simply some elderly aunts for a few days, have some tea, talk, and then depart. It didn’t bother me. Until she abruptly stated:
They’ll spend the night in your room. within your bed. There, it’s more comfortable.
I wasn’t really aware of what I had just heard at first.
— Pardon me? In my room? In my bed? And where am I supposed to sleep?
She saw me as though I were the world’s most self-centered person.
– Take a nap inside the kitchen. You can sleep anyplace since you’re young. However, the villagers are worn out and in need of rest.
My courteous objections were all met with a brick wall. She had already brought blankets and pillows into my room. As if they had entered Versailles, the guests were already standing in the corridor, taking in the interior.
She interrupted me when I attempted to propose that we have an air mattress and a sofa in the living room:
— On the couch, the elderly villagers would ruin their backs! In addition, there is a draft! The conversation is over.
I was trembling with rage. I felt alienated in my own home as I pulled my blanket into the kitchen.
But the more I considered it, the more I realized that this was unacceptable. Does “respect for guests” truly mean that I have to put up with this humiliation?
Then I thought of a way to discipline my mother-in-law and get those unwelcome visitors out of my chamber.
I had a small bottle of peppermint essential oil in the cupboard. incredibly focused. As the visitors were in the restroom, I sprinkled a substantial amount onto the bedding and pillows.
A minute later, the room was filled with an overpowering stench that made your eyes burn and your breathing difficult.
After that, I subtly put an aroma bulb with vinegar next to the bed. The type that “melts your brain,” that is. I switched it on and walked away.
The fun started fifteen minutes later.
With a cough and a wave of her hands, one of the visitors fled the room:
— The place is filthy! My eyes won’t open!
Five seconds after entering, my mother-in-law emerged with her nose in her hand:
— What the devil is that odor?
I shrugged and said, “Oh, I don’t know.” The ventilation, perhaps. or the outdated mattress. I’ve never seen anything, and I’ve always slept in the kitchen.
The guests eventually made their way to the living area. And my mother-in-law went to the kitchen, declaring with pride that she “doesn’t care where she sleeps.”
And me? In my bed, I lay down. The window was opened. switched the fan on. and had a princess-like sleep.
My room has never been touched by anyone since.
