I’ll be honest: I never liked my mother-in-law’s visits, even though I always treated her with respect. She used to come stay with us once a month for a couple of days.

She used to come during the week, but recently she had started arriving at the end of the week—probably to cover the weekend too.

When my husband told me this, I was outraged:

— So now she’s going to ruin our weekend sleep too?

— Why would you say that? — he grumbled.

— She even woke us up on weekdays! On the weekend, it’s even worse!

But he just laughed off my concerns. Big mistake.

She arrived on Friday. On Saturday, at 6:45 AM, I was awakened by banging in the kitchen.

Then there was a knock on the door.

— You’re still sleeping? — she said, barging in without waiting. — It’s almost seven. Time to get up…

— Excuse me, don’t we have the right to sleep in on a weekend? — I asked, irritated. — Please leave our room.

— You’re a wife and a mother. You should be up before everyone, making breakfast, — she scolded me.

— So I, as a wife and mother, don’t get to sleep, but my husband and child do? — I snapped.

She sniffled, muttered something under her breath, and walked out.

The next morning, same story. Kitchen noise, bedroom visit.

All week long I thought about how to teach her not to wake us on weekends.

The idea hit me on Monday, and I started looking forward to her next visit. Here’s how I taught my entitled mother-in-law a lesson. Continued in the first comment 

As usual, she arrived Friday evening. I was polite—more than ever. And when she went to bed at 8:50 PM, I turned the TV up to full volume.

She burst into the living room, shocked:

— What on earth are you doing?! Do you know what time it is?!

— It’s not illegal to make noise before ten, — I replied calmly.

— I’m trying to sleep!

— Please don’t disturb me.

She stood in front of the screen and snapped:

— Show some decency! I need my sleep!

— Then go to bed later and you won’t wake up at 6 AM, — I said. — That’s exactly what you do to us every Saturday!

— Are you taking revenge on me?! — she cried out.

— You could say that, — I said without emotion.

I didn’t turn the volume down until after ten. The next morning, I braced myself for her usual wake-up call. But—silence.

My husband and I slept in until eleven. Victory!

So what do you think—was I right to do it? Share your opinion in the comments