My mother-in-law treated my house like a dumping ground for years, but the day I stopped arguing and started watching changed everything.
I am 30 years old, married to a man I love, and raising two kids who somehow manage to be kinder and more reasonable than half the adults in our family.
My daughter is 11. My son is eight.
They leave cups in odd places, forget to put socks in the hamper, and act like hearing « brush your teeth » is the worst oppression known to mankind. But they are not my biggest problem.
