My husband and I live two states away from his parents. They invited us to stay in their house for two weeks, including Christmas. I had recently given birth to our twins, and my in-laws seemed to be excited to finally meet their grandkids. Of course, we were exhausted after the long drive, but also excited to see them, too! **I really thought this was going to be a special Christmas**. However, when we arrived, they told me and my husband to sleep in different rooms. When they showed me my room, I was shocked. It was a barn with hay, farm animals, and the distinct smell of manure. I immediately confronted my mother-in-law, who nonchalantly said the house was full and “someone” had to sleep there, implying I wasn’t worthy of a room inside. My husband, bless his heart, was mortified. He tried to argue with his parents, but they were adamant. They claimed I was being dramatic and that a little ‘fresh air’ would do me good after being cooped up with the babies. That night sleeping in the barn was awful, and I cried myself to sleep, feeling utterly humiliated and unappreciated.
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The next morning, I woke up determined to not let their cruelty ruin my Christmas. I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t want to stoop to their level. So, I decided to fight fire with fire, but with a touch of humor and a whole lot of strategic planning. My revenge needed to be epic and unforgettable.
I started by ‘accidentally’ spilling milk all over my father-in-law’s prized armchair. Then, I ‘mistook’ his expensive cologne for air freshener and sprayed it liberally throughout the barn, masking the manure scent with an overpowering floral aroma. However, the best part was the **”Christmas dinner surprise”**.
I volunteered to make the mashed potatoes, secretly adding an entire bottle of ghost pepper hot sauce. Everyone, including my in-laws, ate heartily, completely unaware of the fiery inferno about to erupt in their mouths. The look on their faces when the heat hit was priceless. My father-in-law turned red, my mother-in-law started fanning herself, and my husband nearly choked on his water.
Later, as they were all guzzling milk and complaining about the spice, I calmly said, “Merry Christmas! Perhaps next year, you’ll consider offering me a room inside the house.” Was my revenge over the top? Maybe. But honestly, it was worth every second. I don’t regret anything!
