Because they were young, my mother-in-law instructed the guests to sleep in the kitchen, but I came up with a plan to kick them out of my room 
When my mother-in-law said that some rural relatives would be coming to visit, I was a little happy. They would just be some elderly aunts for a few days, drink some tea, chat, and then leave. I wasn’t bothered by it. Until she said suddenly:
They’ll stay in your room overnight. inside your bed. It’s more comfy there.
At first, I wasn’t completely conscious of what I had just heard.
Excuse me? In my chamber? In my bed? Furthermore, where should I sleep?
She thought I was the most selfish person in the world.
In the kitchen, take a nap. You’re young, so you can sleep anywhere. The people, meanwhile, are exhausted and in need of relaxation.
Every one of my polite objections was answered with a brick block. She had already entered my room with pillows and blankets. The guests were already standing in the corridor, surveying the inside as though they had just stepped into Versailles.
When I tried to suggest that we have a sofa and an air mattress in the living room, she cut me off:
The old folks would break their backs on the couch! Moreover, there is a draft! The discussion is over.
I was shaking from anger. As I pulled my blanket into the kitchen, I felt alone in my own house.
However, the more I thought about it, the more I saw how awful this was. Is it really “respect for guests” that requires me to endure this humiliation?
I then considered how I could reprimand my mother-in-law and evict those unwanted guests from my room.
In the cupboard, I kept a tiny vial of peppermint essential oil. Extremely concentrated. I sprinkled a good bit on the pillows and linen while the guests were in the bathroom.
After a minute, the room was filled with an overwhelming stench that made it hard to breathe and caused your eyes to burn.
I then discreetly placed a vinegar-filled fragrance bulb next to the bed. That is, the kind that “melts your brain.” After turning it on, I turned to leave.
Fifteen minutes later, the fun began.
One of the guests left the room, coughing and waving her hands:
It’s a dirty place! My eyes refuse to open!
My mother-in-law entered and came out five seconds later, holding her nose:
— What the earth is that smell?
“Oh, I don’t know.” Maybe it was the ventilation. I shrugged. or the old mattress. I’ve always slept in the kitchen and have never seen anything.
After a while, the visitors moved toward the living room. And my mother-in-law proudly declared that she “doesn’t care where she sleeps” as she made her way to the kitchen.
And me? I lay down in my bed. They opened the window. turned on the fan. and slept like a princess.
Since then, no one has ever touched my chamber.
