TGIF!

[selenay]

I am honestly impressed by the things that mother and I can disagree on. This morning she was either confused or irritated (it's hard to tell sometimes) by me being up and eating breakfast twenty minutes before I needed to leave for work.

Yes, I was confused by that reaction, too.

Apparently she has failed to notice that 95% of the time, I'm up and breakfasting half an hour before I leave for work. She's only noticed the days that I'm scrambling to gulp down too-hot coffee two minutes before I leave due to oversleeping and considers that normal.

No, I don't know why she was offended by me being up, about and ready for work on time this morning. I really don't. She's a mystery to me. We're getting on a bit better now that she's been here for two months (four months to go, phew!) but we still have these little moments where we irritate the hell out of each other over weird little things.

Like when I get up (too early, WTF?) and my porridge preferences. IDEK anymore.


Today it is Friday and OMG it couldn't come too soon. M and I have spent most of the week fighting Oracle's random weirdness and the frankly insane data that we're supposed to turn into a report on Project Doom. This should have been the easiest phase of Project Doom. I should have known that anything that looked simple wouldn't be.

For stress-relief, I've been committing insane silly fic. I've also worked on the stuff that I have actual deadlines for, but I'm finding that silly stuff is perfect when my brain has been fried by data that breaks all the rules of sense and nature.

Tomorrow I'm going to see Spiderman, finally. Yay.

Also, I read a couple of Hawkeye graphic novels this week and wow is he ever sassy and snarky. And apparently not above movie quotes and random Les Mis quotes (which Natasha totally calls him on, yay Natasha), which I find both adorable and wonderful. The comics canon is better than I'd hoped for! Except for that silly costume :-D

This weekend I'll be putting in my Hugo vote and then I'm free to run off and read all the Scalzi and Lackey my heart desires. Woo! I've got such a big post-Hugo reward pile to play with :-D

Comments

[fyrdrakken]

I find myself more gripped than I should be by the question of why it upsets your mother to find you up earlier than she'd learned to think was your "usual" time to get up. My own mother has gone through phases where she thought I was incapable of getting myself out of bed on time and would come knock on the door to "wake me up," not seeing the light was already on in my room. (Of course, there were a few occasions when I did oversleep and that knock on the door turned out to be something of a lifesaver -- which undercut my premise that I was an adult who didn't need my mother waking me up in the morning.) She's trying to be helpful, but in ways which indicate a lack of trust in my own abilities to navigate adult life or find solutions to my own problems.

Alternately, she's used to being up well before you and enjoying that quiet private time in the morning before you get up, and aggravated to find you cutting into that time. But this is me speaking as an introvert whose working hours now overlap so closely with my mother's that the morning rush to get ready for work is the only time I can reliably expect to have the house to myself.