I walked into my house and discovered my mother-in-law relaxing in my bathtub, burning my candles, pumping my body wash, and using my towel. Right then, it hit me \u2014 she didn\u2019t just stay here temporarily. She completely took charge of my space. So I forced a grin\u2026 and came up with a clever plan.<\/p>\n
I really loved our everyday routine.<\/p>\n
I genuinely, truly enjoyed it.<\/p>\n
It felt super nice how our place always carried the scent of vanilla and neatness. I loved how the afternoon sunlight warmed up the cooking area right at four o\u2019clock.<\/p>\n
The quiet vibe after a long shift was amazing \u2014 zero chatting, zero loud television noises, merely me and the soft bubbling sounds from my coffee maker. Our home was peaceful. Steady. It belonged to me.<\/p>\n
Then my husband, Beckett, stepped into the washing area wearing that nervous expression guys show right before they completely trash your good mood.<\/p>\n
I was grabbing clothes out of the heating machine, feeling pretty happy about how neatly I stacked them, when he coughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney\u2026 We have to let my mom crash here for a little bit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped moving, gripping a piece of his laundry.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she alright?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, she is totally fine. But a water line exploded in her complex. Her entire place is flooded. Just seven days. Perhaps fewer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seven whole days.<\/p>\n
I bobbed my head. What other choice did I have? I definitely wasn\u2019t a mean person.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can handle it,\u201d I grumbled.<\/p>\n
He planted a kiss right on the side of my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n
It turns out, I gave myself way too much credit.<\/p>\n
On the second morning, our place looked completely different. And definitely not in a fun, stylish way.<\/p>\n
My nice picture frames \u2014 vanished. Totally missing. Swapped out for my mother-in-law Sandra\u2019s old-school, brownish pictures of herself.<\/p>\n
And alongside her previous husband (Beckett\u2019s father, God bless his soul). Plus her buddy Helen from the clinic.<\/p>\n
And a shot of a tiny dog that I am almost positive passed away back in the nineties.<\/p>\n
Then there was the scent. It smacked you in the face whenever you stepped into any area.<\/p>\n
I spotted scent sticks in the washroom, tiny smelly spheres sitting on my makeup desk, and actually a little bag of dried flowers stuffed inside my panty section. My personal panty section.<\/p>\n
Even so, I kept my mouth shut.<\/p>\n
Sandra was a visitor. Right up until that evening.<\/p>\n
I strolled into the washroom and caught her hanging out in there, massaging some lotion onto her chest.<\/p>\n
It happened to be MY favorite, super pricey, strictly for big events, mailed straight from a high-end store skin lotion.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, Delilah! This lotion! It feels heavenly. From where did you buy this stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth dropped open but not a single sound came out.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels super smooth!\u201d she went on, pushing out an extra glob. \u201cYou pick out the best things.\u201d<\/p>\n
She never checked with me. She never even hesitated. She simply took whatever she wanted.<\/p>\n
I forced a grin. Bobbed my head. Stayed completely quiet.<\/p>\n
I can handle this much. Just barely. Assuming she avoids pushing things too far.<\/p>\n
The next morning was a total nightmare. Messages, mobile rings, a couple of heavy work chats in a row, and a super tense food break alongside my boss.<\/p>\n
I simply craved some quiet time at my place. A hot wash. Just ten short minutes to chill by myself. I kicked my heels off, flipped the water boiler on, and\u2026 stopped completely.<\/p>\n
Vocals. Super squeaky, totally happy, and absolutely echoing out of our sleeping area. I tracked the noise. The wooden door to our private washroom was pushed slightly ajar. A heavy cloud of hot mist leaked right out to the corridor.<\/p>\n
The smell smacked me right away \u2014 sugary, rich, and totally recognizable. MY fruity washing soap. I shoved the door wide, and there she sat.<\/p>\n
Sandra. Inside MY bathtub!<\/p>\n
Chilling back as if she was shooting a TV ad. Boxed in by burning wax, MY burning wax. Hot fog floating up heavily as if the whole world was laughing at my face. She gripped MY scrubbing stick, MY skin polish, and had MY favorite colored drying cloth sitting right there like a paid worker set it up for her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDelilah!\u201d she shouted out, totally relaxed. \u201cI assumed you were knocked out in bed by now!\u201d<\/p>\n
I merely stood frozen in place.<\/p>\n
\u201cSandra\u2026 this happens to be our personal washroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
She flapped her fingers through the hot fog as if she was swatting a bug away.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, drop it. We are both ladies here. You aren\u2019t hopping in at this exact second, and this washing spot is totally flawless. Your setup beats the visitor one by a mile.\u201d<\/p>\n
She grabbed MY pink body scrub as if we were prepping for a fun girls\u2019 night out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI figured you wouldn\u2019t care at all. Us girls swap our stuff all the time, correct?\u201d<\/p>\n
I spun around. Marched straight out.<\/p>\n
Later that night, I explained it to Beckett \u2014 super chill. He loudly slurped his broth and lifted his shoulders.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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