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We lost power for several days due to the worst storm I have ever seen in my life. Due to the excessive heat, we were forced to stay at my parents for a night. Here are a few things I can honestly say are the reasons I would never move back home again. Ever. 1. Noise. My dad is the loudest person in the United States of America. He slams doors, plays a little radio in the bathroom in the wee early hours of the morning while shaving, listens to the TV at a level which could possibly cause hearing loss, talks on the phone with it on speaker because he says he can't hear people otherwise, and basically lives like nobody else is in the house. 2. Kind, but annoying. My mom still thinks I am 10 years old. With dinner, she asked me if I wanted a glass of milk. I said no. She asked me if I drank milk with all of my meals because if I don't, I will have to worry about Osteoporosis later in life. I don't know why questions like that tick me off so quickly, but they do. I responded that if I wanted to drink tequilla with every meal, that is my choice as I am an adult. I hurt her feelings, again. 3. Heat. I hate the heat. Heat makes me so damn crabby it's ridiculous. We left our home to stay there due to the heat. They keep their A/C set on 78 degrees. We slept in the nursery as there are two twin beds plus a crib in there, which is located on the second floor. I am pretty sure I sweat ten pounds off that night. No sleep for me. I woke up even crabbier then when I went to bed. 4. Electricity. There can never be an excessive use of it. I was trying to watch the news to see if I could find anything out about when our power might come back on. I went into the bathroom to go potty. I was gone for literally two minutes. When I returned, the TV and the lights were turned off in the family room. There are two culprits in that house and I don't know which one to blame. My mother and my younger brother. When I was growing up, if I was running a bath and went into my room to answer my phone for a minute, my younger brother would go into the bathroom, shut off the water, shut off the light, and close the door. No wasting water allowed in that house either. 5. The morning rush. Everyone in that house gets up at the ass crack of dawn. I am talking 4:30-5:00. Why, I can't tell you. They always have. I have to get up at 5:45 so I can take a shower and be ready for work by the time my son gets up. At my house, it's no problem. At theirs, there was a line for both bathrooms. So I am standing in their hallway waiting to brush my teeth sweating my ass off wondering why I even bothered coming over. I am a product of my own environment now, which is relaxed, cool, and quiet for the most part. I love my family but the next time the power goes out, I will pitch a tent in my own backyard.
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