Annoyances

This post is dedicated to my Mom, she came very close to getting decked in the face.

We went apartment hunting in Indy today. I had a list of 4 or 5 apartments picked out, and was playing navigator to my Dad, i was sitting in the back seat. My Mom must think my Dad and I are blind. My Mom HAD to point out every apartment complex we saw, seedy or not. Finally I snapped "Mom, I can see, and no we aren't stopping." which came the reply "you don't have to snap at me." I retorted with "Then stop treating me like I'm blind." I don't know why they had to come with me in the first place. Whatever.

Then while looking at said apartments, my Mom was concerned about the stupid shit. "Oh look how much storage this place has" "Look how that wall makes this room look so small and choppy." "I like how this one has a medicine cabinet with sliding doors." "I don't like how the fridge door blocks the sink when you open it." I finally said "Mom, that stuff doesn't matter, I need a place to live for 6 months that won't make me clausterphobic and put me in danger. That's all." She kinda shut up for a little bit.

Then just five minutes ago she spent a half hour standing in my doorway telling me how to pack. "When you pack you should do it organized. Kitchen stuff in one box, bathroom stuff in another box, etc. That way when you get over there, you know what room to put each box in." No way! I didn't know that's how you pack things!

Then the reiteration that I apparently have no idea how to teach choir and save my money and budget things. Ummm, I got 10k for teaching at CJ, I still have a majority of that left. I know how to NOT spend money, in fact, I'm pretty good at not spending money.

There's a small dose of what I'm going through right now. As if I'm not stressed out already, my Mom isn't helping any. Not a bit. She's also working on attempting to fill the apartment with all the furniture she doesn't want anymore. I tell her I'll just go buy it. These things are a computer desk and tv stand. I don't need something top of the line. But she can't get it through her hard head that I don't want her and that I will be starting out in a better financial situation that she and my dad did.

So with that, wish me luck in not killing my Mom my last week here. Is is Friday yet?