When a nosy mother-in-law can't keep her hands off the doorknob to her son's bedroom, she gets more than she bargained for. A perfectly placed glitter trap leads to screams echoing through the house, teaching her a sparkly lesson about respecting personal boundaries.
You know those moments when you're completely fed up with someone's behavior and decide to take matters into your own hands? Well, that's exactly what happened last week when I finally taught my mother-in-law a lesson she'll never forget.
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I've been married to Richard for three years now. We're in our early thirties, have no kids yet (though not for lack of trying), and our marriage has been pretty great.
We have our own beautiful home in the suburbs, successful careers, and a solid relationship. Well, except for one tiny detail that's been driving me up the wall.
My mother-in-law, Monica.
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Now, don't get me wrong. Monica puts on this sweet, sugary act whenever we're face to face. She'll hug me and call me "sweetheart" and "darling," but behind the scenes? That's where the real show begins.
I remember this one time when Richard and I were hosting a family BBQ. I was preparing the salads in the kitchen when I overheard her talking to Richard's cousin in the living room.
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"I just don't understand why Katie can't keep her house more organized," she said in that sweet voice of hers. "When I was her age, I had three children and still managed to keep everything spotless. And did you see those store-bought dinner rolls? In my day, we made everything from scratch."
I mean, seriously? Our house wasn't even messy. I'd spent the whole morning cleaning! And those dinner rolls were from an amazing local bakery, not some grocery store chain.
But Monica is one of those people who always find something to criticize.
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Then there was the infamous Thanksgiving incident last year.
I'd made my grandmother's special apple pie recipe. I perfected it with a hand-crimped crust and homemade caramel drizzle. I'd spent hours preparing it, and everyone was raving about how good it looked.
Everything was going well until Monica showed up with her own "backup pie." Why? Because she "wasn't sure if everyone would like MY cooking!"
"Oh, sweetie," she'd said. "It's just that some people prefer traditional recipes. I'm sure yours is... interesting. I always say there's nothing wrong with experimenting in the kitchen, even if it doesn't turn out quite right."
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My sister-in-law Sally, who was sitting next to her mom, had actually nodded in agreement.
"Mom's apple pie has won three church bake-offs," she added, like that somehow justified everything.
But the worst example? That would be the time she cornered Richard in the garage during our housewarming party. I was taking out the recycling when I heard their conversation.
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"Richard, honey," she was saying, "I'm just concerned. Katie seems nice, but don't you think you rushed into this marriage? Sarah from church has a lovely daughter who's just finished medical school. She always asks about you, you know. Such a shame you never gave her a chance."
Richard shut that down immediately. "Mom, I love Katie. Please stop trying to set me up with other women. I'm married!"
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"I'm just saying you had options," Monica continued. "And now you're stuck in this starter home with a wife who can't even keep her kitchen organized. I noticed she doesn't even iron your shirts the right way..."
These incidents were annoying, sure, but I could handle them. What I couldn't handle, though, was her absolute obsession with getting into our bedroom.
I still can't figure out what she was hoping to find. Evidence that I'm a terrible housekeeper? Proof that I'm not good enough for her precious son?
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Whatever it was, she was determined to find it.
It began three months ago when Monica excused herself to use the bathroom during a dinner party.
We have a neat guest bathroom right next to the living room downstairs. But no. She just had to use the one in our master bedroom upstairs.
So, what do you think? Did I go too far with the glitter trap? Or was it justified given my mother-in-law's constant snooping? All I know is that she hasn't tried to go upstairs since then, so mission accomplished, I guess?
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