I went through something similar at my "in-law's" house just before Christmas...
I bit the bullet. I held my tongue. They're old, I won't have them with me much longer. They're set in their ways. They're my elders, so I have to listen to them (culturally speaking, that is). I'm in their home. It's Christmas. It's not going to last forever, I kept repeating to myself...it's not going to last forever...
I made it!
All's I can say is keep a smile on your face. One day, you're going to wish so badly to hear your mommy talk to you, even the words might be harsh, but it'll be too late. Grin and bare it, I say. It won't last forever.
