— Sleep in the kitchen, you’re young — said my mother-in-law as she gave my room to the guests: but I came up with a plan to kick them out of my room

When my mother-in-law said that some relatives from the village were coming, I was actually a bit happy — just some old aunts for a couple of days, they’d drink some tea, chat, and leave. I didn’t mind. Until she suddenly said:

— They’ll sleep in your room. In your bed. It’s cozier there.

At first, I didn’t even realize what I had just heard.

— Excuse me? In my room? In my bed? And where do you expect me to sleep?

She looked at me like I was the most selfish person in the world.

— Sleep in the kitchen. You’re young — you can sleep anywhere. But people from the village are tired, they need rest.

All my polite objections hit a brick wall. She was already carrying pillows and blankets into my room. The guests were already standing in the hallway, admiring the interior like they had stepped into Versailles.

I tried to suggest that we had a sofa in the living room and an air mattress, but she cut me off:

— Those old folks from the village would destroy their backs on the sofa! And there’s a draft in there! End of discussion.

I was shaking with anger. I dragged my blanket into the kitchen and felt like a stranger in my own house.

But the more I thought about it, the clearer it became: this was not okay. Do I really have to endure humiliation in the name of “respect for guests”?

Then I came up with an idea to teach my mother-in-law a lesson and drive those unwanted guests out of my room

In the cupboard, I had a little bottle of peppermint essential oil. Very concentrated. I poured a good amount onto the pillows and sheets while the guests were in the bathroom.

Within a minute, the room was filled with such a strong smell that it made your eyes burn and breathing hard.

Then I quietly placed an aroma lamp next to the bed… filled with vinegar. Yes, the kind that “melts your brain.” I turned it on and left.

Fifteen minutes later, the fun began.

One of the guests ran out of the room coughing and waving her hands:

— It stinks in there! I can’t open my eyes!

My mother-in-law walked in, came out five seconds later holding her nose:

— Oh my God, what is that smell?!

— Oh, I don’t know — I shrugged. — Maybe the ventilation. Or the old mattress. I’ve always slept in the kitchen, never noticed anything…

In the end, the guests moved to the living room. And my mother-in-law, proudly claiming she “doesn’t care where she sleeps,” went to the kitchen.

And me? I lay down in my bed. Opened the window. Turned on the fan. And slept like a princess.

Since then, no one has dared to touch my room again.