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However, things at home began to alter after Dylan was born. My mother-in-law began turning up at our house unexpectedly. She was not coming to help with the children or the house.
She’d say hello before disappearing into the kitchen to help herself to anything she found, leaving soiled dishes behind. This happened multiple times, and each time tested my patience.
The situation escalated one morning after a particularly trying doctor’s visit with Dylan, who had just received his vaccinations. He was fussy, and I was running on little sleep.
All I craved was a soothing cup of coffee when we returned home. As I settled Dylan in his crib and finally headed to the kitchen, I heard the front door open and the familiar cheer, “Hi, dear! Just came to check on all of you!”
Masking my irritation, I smiled and nodded, asking if her brothers wanted to watch too. Once she scampered off, I turned back to face my mother-in-law, who, sensing the tension, quickly left.
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