My husband’s brother came to visit in the morning and my patience was short. Bashny.Net

When guesthouseOwners usually try to please them in everything and show their housing only from the best side. This is how we get started and the roots of this behavior go back hundreds and hundreds of years. When people, especially in small villages and villages, knew each other by face and name, and the doors in the houses almost never locked. It was a time and will probably never happen again.



But if earlier guests came rarely and most often not empty-handed, today the situation has changed somewhat. Now we live in huge anthill houses. You can hear people living in the neighborhood. And we can say that we are used to it. A visit has also ceased to be an event. And in most cases it is easier to spend in some cafe or just outdoors than directly at home with the owners themselves. Not always, but often, we just feel sorry for wasting our time and energy on other people. That's the time.

From the very morning in our apartment with my husband collapsed very noisy bearded something. At birth, named Stepan, but responding only to Stefan, twenty-three, all tattooed and piercing, unemployed, but very much on himself, a young man. And part-time my brother-in-law, which is my husband's brother, to put it simply. A gift of fate, no other way. Especially for me, a young mommy, who is going crazy and without having to try it for strength similar bolts informal, like Stepa.

- Hello, Masha. I'll hang out with your niece for a couple of hours. I have a meeting in your neighborhood, and there's nowhere to go. My brother knows, and here we go. This is from me.



A box of cheap candy "Arrow" and gum "Love is...". I don’t even know what kind of sweets to offer my seven-month-old son, but I let Stepan into the apartment. What other options? I didn't know what would come next. I thought she'd sit in another room for a couple of hours, look at something quietly on her phone and go away. I didn't know there were guys his age who couldn't be alone for a few hours.

- Mashul, listen. Is there anything to eat? I haven't had time yet.
- Warm up what you see in the fridge. Microwave over there.
- Oh, I can't do this. It's not good for your health. Is there anything more important?
- Step... Stefan, there's a bun in the bread, butter it. It'll be pretty good with the tea. He's on the shelf, by the way.
- And you couldn't...
- No, I have to feed my son now. Let's talk later. Get some candy. They'll be fine with tea, too.



When the tea under my strict guidance was made, Stepan went to the living room, taking with him the candy brought by him. For half an hour everything was quiet, but then my brother-in-law, apparently, began to listen to music out of boredom, which finally infuriated me.

- Stepa, turn off the phone. Now the son should sleep, and you can hear very much. Anyway, maybe go for a walk. We have a great cafe around the corner. You're gonna love it.
- I'm Stefan, hey, what's up? Well, if I'm annoying you so much, well, I'll leave.

Maybe I wasn't sensitive enough at the time, I'm sorry. But my tone was calm, I know how to restrain myself. So after saying goodbye to my husband’s brother, I left with a calm mind to do my household chores. Sometimes a woman in my position wants silence. And to calm the child is a task. I don’t know, at 28 I never thought I’d think that way. I thought I'd always be young inside. Reality is always capable of making adjustments.



But an hour and a half later I was disturbed. And it wasn't an ordinary call from my mother-in-law to ask how things were. At the other end of the invisible wire, I heard the voice of Elena Igorevna, Stepan and even my husband. It turned out that the husband wanted to bring his mother and brother to visit. Just like that. Sit down, talk. But the mother-in-law referred to the fact that it was a long time for her to gather and sent forward the “chaperon”, her youngest son.

Well, he, as I said, just came and didn't really tell me anything, started making me nervous. As a result, I, quite logically, asked Stepa to take a walk. Sounds like a normal situation. Well, there was a misunderstanding. It wasn't my fault. However, my mother-in-law understood everything in her own way. Namely, that her beloved little bearded son was offended by an evil daughter-in-law and kicked out of the house. But he, even though he does not have a job at his age, bought this very daughter-in-law a treat. What a witch!!



For about half an hour we discussed this topic on the phone. I told you 5 times how it really happened. A couple of times Misha, my husband, tried to hush up the situation, but he failed. Stepa from behind my mother only added fuel to the fire, and I even became funny because of it. I never thought that this type of brutal appearance could hide such a harmful inner world of ordinary hysteria.

Of course, no guests came to me and my husband. Only the husband, with a guilty look and a cute bouquet of flowers. He had to apologize for his family personally. Although he was the only one in his company trying to settle our dispute. But that's fine, I would have greeted him with open arms without flowers. It's nice to know that your man is the most appropriate. And it's funny to think about the unfortunate one that his brother will one day get.



But that’s not all, because literally this month my mother-in-law will have a birthday. My husband and my son are invited. I already feel like it's going to be a big night, so you have to prepare for it responsibly. So that I would not be ashamed in front of other guests, and my mother-in-law would not feel somehow deprived or, God forbid, humiliated. My brains are not working right now, but I have to come up with something. It seems like a normal family routine. And the responsibility is a car and a small cart.