My husband and I moved to Moscow five years ago. Since then, I love the New Year very much, because it is not necessary to meet it without fail with numerous relatives, which you see only on holidays.
It was especially hard for me to have gatherings with my mother-in-law. If we were with them, endless stories about how smart she is, that she does everything: fitness, handicraft club, work, summer residence, twists and witchcraft at the stove. After that, self-esteem dropped to zero. If they came to us, then everything that I did was criticized: not so made up, the New Year's dress did not fit, under-salt, under-pepper, overcooked, etc.
Now we met the New Year only three of us: me, my husband and my son. Every year we came up with something themed to keep each other entertained. Walking around festive Moscow was also included in the program.
On December 30, my husband mysteriously approached me after dinner and said:
- Honey, I think you need a new swimsuit!
-You are crazy, what a swimsuit in the New Year!
In response, the husband handed the tourist envelopes with vouchers for three for a week. The flight was early the next morning. I jumped with happiness and immediately began to rake the closet in search of summer outfits. Thailand was waiting for us for the New Year. You can only dream of such a gif.webpt!
In the hustle and bustle of getting ready, we forgot to write to our parents that we were leaving. We decided to please them with a Skype session already from Thailand. We did not have time to get off the gangplank when the call from the mother-in-law rang out:
- Where are you?
-We are in Thailand!
- Like in Thailand! We came with you to celebrate the New Year, we have been stuck in the staircase for two hours. What are we going to do now? We sent you a telegram about our arrival.
While my mother-in-law poured out her soul to her husband, I secretly rejoiced. The New Year has definitely developed for me. It is good that the telegraph did not find us. Otherwise, the husband could have passed the vouchers under the pressure of his mother. In the end, the holiday was a success for me. A double gif.webpt is doubly pleasant!
