A Few Things to Work On

After a few days as new roommates, we are all still getting used to living in close proximity (4000 sq ft) and naturally, my mom has a few things she'd like me to "work on."  Gotta have open communication if we're gonna make this work!

When she walked in on me in the shower again (just can't wait to see my boobs), she summoned up her best mom voice to explain that if I didn't turn the fan on, the wallpaper (yep, wallpaper) would peel from the humidity. I immediately felt a ping of guilt that I had purposely left the fan off in hopes that it would ruin that horrific blue checkered wallpaper, so it would have to come down. My intentions are completely selfless - I am trying to do them a favor, because they're hoping to sell the house in the next few years, and let's be honest, Bunky is the only person in America who is still putting up wallpaper (this isn't wallpaper leftover from the 80s - this was a recent decor decision). Note: I tried to say "wallpaper" as many times as I could in this post for effect. Wallpaper.

Next, she asked me not to leave my hamper in the laundry room, because "it's such a small space." Interestingly enough, it's approximately the same size as my last apartment, but I understand - hampers don't belong in the laundry room while you're doing laundry.

Lastly, she asked me to work on being on time in the morning, so they don't have to rush me to the train. Now, this is certainly a very reasonable request, because it is SUPER nice that they take me every morning - I don't want to seem ungrateful for that.  Also, being on time is something I have been trying to work on - especially when I'm with my family - because I understand not everyone is on board with my "I hate feeling rushed" approach - moseying around and being 15 minutes late to everything. But this is where the good part comes in. I told her I could take the Pace bus or ride my bike to the train, so they don't have to drive me every morning/pick me up every night.  To this, she said "You don't have a bike."  and I said, "You're right - I was thinking I could just borrow yours" (that has been sitting in the garage for 5 years minus the 15 minutes that one time she accompanied my dad on a ride).  She told me that wouldn't be a good idea, because she "needed the air in the tires for when she wanted to ride it."  Makes perfect sense to me.  To you?

Suffice it to say, I am in serious self-improvement mode now. Points to work on noted, Bunks.