I do love my parents, really I do
Thursday, July 31, 2008
When I was in Barcelona I was bitch bitch bitching about how hard it can be to live with your parents again. Then we found out our flight was delayed and there'd be no more trains to get us home when we'd get to the airport and then I was super happy to be able to call my rents and know they'd pick me up. And drop my friend off too, no problem. My parents made coming home when I don't really have a home of my own right now easier on me by being there and taking my suitcase. In the middle of the night. And I felt really bad about talking bad about them all week long.
But now I've been home for a few days and I'm right in the middle of the 'Why It's Bad To Move Back In With Your Parents Experiment' again. It can be tough, especially with my mom. Now don't get me wrong, my mom is very sweet and very happy to have me living here again and that's great, but she needs to back off a bit. I just can't stand the way she's always walking into my room when I just want to be by myself. When it's 1 AM and I'm just surfing the net on my lappie in bed, I don't want the door to open and hear questions like "So did you talk to this and that person?". Those questions can wait till the morning! So she knows I'm awake, but I'd love her to pretend I'm not and just leave me alone instead of walking in 4 or 5 times. This door needs a lock! Then when I respond like I'm annoyed she's all "why are you so grumpy?" and I have to take deep breaths to make sure I don't start yelling at her to get the fuck out!! It's just that she seems so happy to see me every time she does that I can't get myself to tell her I don't want to see her face.
I don't want to tell my mom where I'm going every time I leave the house. Nor with whom. I don't want anyone yelling "I'm not married to the water supplier!!" every time I take a shower. Nor do I want anyone to ask me what I had for breakfast or when was the last time I ate anything. Or stating opinions about the places I might want to rent. Or asking me what I'm doing on my laptop. BACK OFF!! I'm almost 30 years old, I KNOW not to leave my drink on the bar unattended when I go out to a club, sheesh!!
OK, that made me feel a little better. I think I can sleep now.
