Why moving in with my parents was not the brightest idea I ever had.

I must have been on some pretty strong “I’m going to Europe” drugs over the summer to make me think moving in with my parents was going to be a ton of fun. Sure, it’s gotten better. I’m no longer angry and frustrated and since landing a couple freelance gigs plus some design work, they have been off my back about getting a job. We’re getting along pretty well, surprisingly.

But (and there’s always a but) I’m living with my PARENTS. While trying to have a social life and date. Explaining why you live with your parents to a guy you could potentially date is always fun and I’m sure is very limiting. I certainly wouldn’t date a guy who still lived with his parents.

Nevertheless, I’m giving it my best, even though it isn’t the best situation. So far I’ve learned a lot about my family. Like….

  • My parents bought an intercom system and gave me one half of it so that they can call me without straining their vocal chords for dinner.. So far it has been used by my mom to check if its working properly  (can you hear me now?) and by my dad to tell me the dog barked when he sneezed. When dinner was ready? They screamed up the stairs. Oh, parents.
  • I definitely inherited my father’s ability to start a project (or ten) and not finish them before starting new ones. My father has, count it, THREE bathrooms that are in various stages of unfinished. My mom’s bathtub is still untiled, my bathroom is in the stages of getting fixed but my shower has taken 2 weeks to tile and I don’t think its going to be and somewhere in Ann Arbor is a bathroom he’s fixing for free that still isn’t done. Bravo, Dad.
  • My mom has been hounding me for a week to do laundry. She doesn’t understand how I possibly have anymore underwear left or clothes at all. She must not have gotten the memo about how I constantly would go buy Victoria Secret’s 5 for $25 when I ran out of clean underwear and didn’t want to go to the laundromat. I got skills on making my clothes last.
  • My mother only comes up to the third floor if she hasn’t met her daily quota of yelling. My brother and I live up here and my dad is sometimes working on the bathroom. Usually if my dad is downstairs she’ll get her yelling out of her system. But if my brother’s been at work, I’ve been hiding upstairs and my dad’s been up here working, she’ll come upstairs just so she can yell at someone. I think she got the intercom just so she doesn’t have to climb all those stairs just to yell.
  • I have gotten extremely lazy and rarely get out of my pajamas until past noon (today is no exception!). Sometimes its three or four o’clock by the time I get jeans and an actual sweater on (just so when I reappear downstairs for food, I don’t get yelled at.). Luckily, I’m not alone. Its also rare my mother gets out of her robe before noon so at least we keep each other company.
  • My parents have date nights on Friday nights which is really cute. Except they both forget and when it comes time for dinner my mother will then remember and yell at my dad for forgetting he was supposed to take her out for a date. My mom needs to take the yelling down a notch. Or twenty.
  • The Christmas Tree is like the elephant in the room. It has sat there undecorated and ignored for a week and a half. We all ignore it, hoping someone else will decorate it and put presents underneath it. Christmas spirit is severely missing in this household.
  • I have forgotten how hard it is to eat while my brother is around. It’s like the Amazing Race: Ashley’s Kitchen around here, with each family member trying to get at the food before the giant does and eats it all. I lose. OFTEN.
  • My parents will ask me for help on their computer. A couple months later, when something goes wrong with the computer, they’ll point out the time I helped them then blame me for breaking it. Umm. Yeah cause THAT makes sense.

It’s only a couple more days til Christmas and while I’m feeling more festive, I still haven’t finished my Christmas shopping. And I still haven’t written out christmas cards, much less sent any. This holiday has been one big EPIC FAIL.

The New Year better bring back my motivation, a steady job and my own place.

15 Responses

  1. I hear ya. And ugh.. I’m contemplating (ok fine, I’ve decided) to move back in with my parents next spring/summer to go back to school.

  2. living with your parents is ALWAYS hard (TWSS? No?) after you’ve been living on your own for a while. It takes some major adjusting to, but hopefully all goes well and you and your family have a great Christmas!!

  3. We are seriously underwear soulmates. I’ve been known to go buy more underwear multiple times in an attempt to fend off the inevitable laundry pile.

    Also, I haven’t mailed out my Christmas cards yet either. They’ll be more like… New years cards?

  4. That’s one thing I learned in college. If I still have clean clothes but no more underwear, go out and buy some. I just don’t shop at Victoria’s Secret like you.

  5. I think staying in your pj’s until at least 2pm should be a fundamental right for all.

  6. Dude, just decorate the tree yourself.

  7. That poor, poor, tree. All he wants is to be decorated…

  8. if it makes you feel any better i have given up on sending out christmas cards. i just don’t have the time to do them this year and i don’t have the energy either. it happens to the best of us. but as i keep telling myself, next year for sure!

  9. hahaha…this is HILARIOUS!
    i get the whole yelling quota thing and coming into your room for that express purpose. going home for a weekend is like prime time to get yelled at because i’m not within distance the rest of the time…lol.

  10. this post cracked me up! Your parents sound like real characters, and strangely it made me miss my crazy family! I hope you guys have a very Merry Christmas together! (and it’s perfectly fine to stay in your PJs all day!)

  11. Sooo…I think I’m in love with you and your blog. I don’t know how I’ve never seen it before, but this is definitely going to have to become one of my regular reads. This post made me laugh out loud because I live with my parents currently, and I can relate to so much of what you said!

  12. I moved in with my parents during Thanksgiving & its been kind of a nightmare. My social and love life has taken a sharp, sharp nose dive.

  13. […] I wrote the first post about how crazy it’s been living with my parents. You can read that here. Now here’s part two. I didn’t think I’d have enough for two of these but […]

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