Biting my tongue again

[selenay]

Mum is borrowing my car today. I'm going to pretend that I didn't see any of the swerving and overly tight corners while she drove me to work! I'm sure she'll be fine! She seemed steadier by the time we got here!

*bites nails*

"I don't need time to adjust to the wrong side of the road" my arse, Mum.

We also had some 'minor' disagreements about my laundry techniques yesterday. Tip: if you're not the one wearing the clothes or making the bed, you get no input in how I wash/dry my clothes or fold my sheets. As the shrunken PJs from the last time I got 'helped' with laundry will testify, there are good reasons why my sheets and towels are the only things that get tumble-dried *sigh* If we did joint laundry then I'd put up with whatever she wants to do, but we've each been doing our own laundry since her first visit due to our differing opinions on laundry.

Let's hope this stuff settles soon. She seems much more critical and irritating than normal.

Tomorrow I intend to mostly sleep and read, with a bit of soup making in the middle. Hopefully I can persuade Mum to get on board with this plan, or at least leave me in peace on the sofa if she really needs to be busy busy busy.

And everyone, if I haven't ended the weekend with at least 200 pages of a Hugo book and a volume of Fables under my belt, feel free to shout at me. There was a little 'incident' on AO3 last night and now my Kindle has a lot of fanfic on it to read...

Comments

[paranoidangel]

I think the trouble is that you got used to living away from home and now it's like going home again - it's fine for a while, but drives you mad for an extended period. In your case it probably doesn't help that you're living in what's technically your parents' house, even though it feels like yours.

Hopefully it'll get better once you get used to living with each other again.

[selenay]

I think you're right. The whole bit where it's technically her house definitely doesn't help because it gives her some legitimacy in her complaints in my head, even though there isn't. It feels like my house - I'm the person who does everything and knows where everything is - so all the critiques hurt a bit. At the same time, when Mum decides that I'm clearly insane and moves everything and reorganised, it's irritating but I don't feel like I can refuse because technically it's her house.

I'm hoping that we'll readjust quickly and stoop treading on each other's toes. Otherwise this will be a long six months. It does feel like it's worse this time than usual :-(