“Sleep in the kitchen, you’re young,” my mother-in-law said—so I got revenge and reclaimed my room 😏🛏️

When my mother-in-law said relatives from the village were visiting, I didn’t mind—until she casually announced they’d be staying in my room.

“In your bed—it’s cozier,” she said, as if it were no big deal.

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” I asked, stunned.

“In the kitchen, of course! You’re young—you’ll manage,” she snapped, already tossing pillows into my room.

I tried to reason with her: we had a sofa, an air mattress. She wasn’t having it.

Fuming, I dragged my blanket into the kitchen, but I knew one thing: this was not okay.

That’s when I came up with a plan. While the guests were in the bathroom, I doused my bedding with peppermint oil—super strong. Then I placed an aroma lamp filled with vinegar right beside the bed.

Fifteen minutes later: chaos. Eyes watering, coughing, everyone fled the room.

“What is that smell?!” they cried.

I just shrugged. “No idea. I always sleep in the kitchen—never noticed.”

The guests moved to the living room. My mother-in-law took the kitchen.

And me? I reclaimed my bed and slept like royalty. Nobody’s touched my room since. 😌💤