I managed to piss of sdad by waking him up this morning at 8:00am. 

I’m not really sure why he was sooo angry since he’s usually up right around then anyway. 

The bedroom door was open, the lamp was on, and the cat (who sleeps in a cozy finished basement where she cannot destroy things at night) was up and about. I assumed they were awake. Honestly, since it was my Mom’s lamp that was on, and she is actually not usually awake in the morning, I thought something was wrong. So I gently tapped on the open door and innocently asked if everything was okay. 

They are 70. It’s not out of the realm of possibility for it not to be. I was just reading the cues that I saw. 

Apparently mom had gotten up in the middle of the night to make a snack and left her light on and the door open. She went downstairs for some reason and the cat escaped. Fine. 

I’m still not sure how I’m some evil person for checking on them. We have a simple, “keep the door closed” rule if you don’t want to be bothered. 

I know I read the cues okay. I’m just irritated in general about always being “the kid.” It gets old. I’m grateful for them letting me live here. It’s not that I’m not. It’s just hard to be 37 and live at home. Mental illness makes everything harder. I’m sure it’s hard for them too. Hopefully soon this doesn’t have to be a forever thing. 

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