Truth be told...
... I was furious. My mother, in all her wisdom, is hosting her sorority's Bunko night next week.... in the middle of her long streach at work. So this means that she's cleaning like crazy this week (her 6-days-in-a-row-off-streach). Normally, cleaning doesn't bother me, but when it involves using copious amounts of Pine Sol and Murphy's Oil soap (enough that the chemical fumes were able to reach from the kitchen to my rooms at the back of the house) I had enough. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had been willing to, I don't know, switch to the Method cleaners that don't give off the migraine inducing fumes that I've been providing ever since I moved back in Feburary. Nor would it have been so bad if there were multiple windows open and a good cleansing breeze going through the house - but there wasn't. Instead I was told that I shouldn't be pissy, and especially shouldn't be pissy at her... really? I can't be pissy at you because you're using Pine Sol that isn't diluted enough to clean the outside of the refrigerator when you know it gives me a headache that I can't make go away and if you keep it up I'll wind up a little puddle of "OUCH!" on the floor? UUUGGGG! Not only was she completely disregarding the fact that she was making me miserable, but then she was telling me how to feel again! This is a long standing problem with the two of us... Mom tells me what I should think, feel, and do - and if I don't I'm WRONG! As a kid I was told I had to right to be angry... ever. It took some really crappy people taking major advantage of me for me to be able to actually get angry again. And, well, I'm really tired of the dictatorship - I'm not letting her do that to me again. So, I left. 1) for my own headache-health and 2) so that I wouldn't have to listen to her try to tell me that I was wrong for having emotions or displaying said emotions. Originally, I was going to take Birdy to the park until the fumes subsided and Mom got done with the kitchen cleaning... but then I got a text, and an invitation, and even though it created extra driving this morning - I had a wonderful evening wrapped in love. I have to admit... I was a lot less pissy within a handful of seconds of walking in that door :) When I got back to mom's this morning, I was triply glad that I had stayed out of the house for the evening - she was still cleaning with that crap! Honestly! So, as I am obviously not respected where I live... it's time to redouble the job hunting efforts, because I really need out of there - I should have known that the 2-3 month limit on me living with mom would come into effect - two to three years (the original plan - so I could try to save some money) - HA! So... any leads out there? If you hear of any secretarial/library/filing clerk type positions open around you please let me know... the sooner I get away from the Mom-monster the better!