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As soon as we arrived, my MIL looked around and said, “Oh, it’s a bit… tight, isn’t it?”
She ignored my tone completely and set her bags down like she owned the place. My FIL chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll make it work.”
I gave my husband a death stare. He offered to sleep on the floor. I ended up sharing a bunk bed with Lily, who kicked me in the ribs all night long, while I lay awake listening to every creak in the house and wondering how a “family trip” had turned into this.
The next morning, my MIL announced she had made an itinerary.
“We start with sunrise yoga at 6 AM, then brunch at that cute café I found on Instagram, then a museum tour—”
