They’re gone. A slow exhalation, a deep inhalation, coughing and gagging on the smell of stale cigarettes they left behind and normality can once again return.
I love these people I really do. They raised my husband, the man I chose to marry and procreate with so they aren’t all bad. In fact they aren’t bad at all, they’re just old and rigid in their thoughts and ways.
I made a point of allowing the children free reign with the childrens channels in a bid to avoid the mix of current affairs and my inlaws. With my husband working 16 hour days he wasn’t around enough to be an effective buffer between them and me. Provided our conversations stuck to the weather, the children and family, we were good. So I shut my mouth stood back and let my MIL do my housework. Which kept the peace. I have to go air my house and spray every room. All I can smell is the odour of cigarettes, beer, coffee and Tabu.
I need to refuel on real coffee (not this instant crap my inlaws insist on drinking) and check my emails. But we all survived. Aside from the loss of 7 and a half fingernails, and some serious teeth grinding, all is well.
