You Should Have Warned Me—I Didn’t Prepare Anything! Do You Know How Much It Costs to Host Guests?! Screamed My Mother-in-law
I’m Just a Normal, Working Daughter-in-law—No Crown on My Head. My Husband and I Live in Our Own City Flat, Juggling Mortgage, Bills, and Jobs from Morning till Night.
My Mother-in-law Lives in the Countryside, Along with My Sister-in-law. It Would All Be Fine, If Only They Didn’t Treat Our Place Like a Weekend Getaway. At First, It Seemed Sweet:
‘We’ll Just Pop Over This Saturday.’
‘Just for a Bit.’
‘We’re Family, After All.’
Just for a Bit—Means They Stay the Night; Pop Over—Means They Arrive with Empty Bags, Pots, and Eyes Expecting a Feast.
Every Weekend It’s the Same: After Work, I Rush Through Supermarkets, Cook, Clean, Set the Table, Smile for Hours, Then Stay Up Washing Dishes. Valentina Sits and Critiques:
‘Why’s the Salad Missing Sweetcorn?’
‘My Favourite Borscht Is Thicker Than This.’
‘We’d Never Make it Like This in the Village.’
My Sister-in-law Chimes In:
‘Oh, The Journey Was Exhausting.’
‘No Dessert?’
And Never a ‘Thank You,’ or ‘Need a Hand?’
One Day I Said to My Husband:
‘I’m Not a Maid, and I Don’t Want to Spend Every Weekend Catering Your Family.’
‘Maybe We Really Should Do Something About This.’
That’s When I Had an Idea.
Next Time My Mother-in-law Called:
‘We’re Coming Over Saturday!’
‘Oh, We’ve Got Plans for the Weekend,’ I Said Calmly.
‘What Plans?’
‘Just Our Own.’
And You Know What? We Did Have Plans—But at Valentina’s Place. Saturday Morning, My Husband and I Were Standing on Her Doorstep. She Opened the Door—And Froze.
‘What’s This?!’
‘We’re Visiting You. Just for a Bit.’
‘You Should Have Warned Me—I Didn’t Prepare Anything! Do You Know How Much It Costs to Host Guests!?’
I Looked Her in the Eye and Said Calmly:
‘See? This Is How I Live Every Weekend.’
‘So You’re Trying to Teach Me a Lesson? How Dare You!’
She Yelled So Loud The Neighbours Looked Over—and We Went Home.
Here’s the Best Part: Since Then, No More Visits Without an Invitation. No More ‘Just Popping Over’ and No More Weekends Gone in My Kitchen. Sometimes, To Be Heard, You Just Need To Show People What It’s Like To Walk in Your Shoes.
Do You Think I Did the Right Thing? What Would You Do in My Place? One must really give fair warning; I wasnt at all prepared! Do you know how much it costs to host guests?
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