Being back at my parents' house the past few days now has been a bit... frustrating, to say the least. It's been bearable, but there's a lot of little "things" that happen that pile up to feel like one big "thing." Things that remind me why I hated living here in the first place. My mom is practically on the phone 24/7, and she talks very loudly into it, so you can hardly ever manage to have a conversation with her or anyone else in the vicinity. My dad doesn't always know how to cook food thoroughly. My mom's been getting on my case about a ton of stuff... having better sleeping habits, getting a job, moving out already even though I just got here, etc.
I'm mostly settled in now. I got my desk and computers set up so that I can at least continue to work on my art and job applications. I still have quite a bit of stuff to unpack though. My mom keeps acting worried that I'm getting settled here, saying "You're supposed to be getting a job and moving out. You're not still going to be living here when you're 40 are you?" (As if I'd ever want to.) But I don't know how long it's going to take to get a job, and I can't just live out of boxes for the unforeseeable future... I have a hard time working on anything when I feel so unsettled. And she's also the one hounding me to get the boxes out of the way and out of the house. I've only been here a week now, and she's acting like I'll never leave.
I haven't been sleeping well lately. I've been waking myself up at random in my sleep, various things have been forcing me to wake up early, and I've been having nightmares all the time again. I haven't had this many problems with nightmares since I first moved out four years ago. Now I'm back home again, and the nightmares have started again. Coincidence? >.> I dunno. I also have a habit of talking in my sleep... It's been particularly frequent over the past year for some reason. Thing is, it often wakes me up when I do. I'll be awake enough to recognize what I'm doing, but not awake enough to control it. Sometimes it wakes me up completely after it happens, so then I have to go back to sleep. A couple days ago I woke up in the morning by yelling to my mom in my sleep; was having a nightmare and was calling for her to help me in the dream. My mom tells me that I need to keep more regular sleeping hours ("Go to bed at 10 and get up at 8, it's what you'd have to do if you had a job anyway!"), but I've never been able to function naturally on that sleeping schedule. I can never get myself to go to sleep that early.
I'm just glad I have my cat here with me, and that I can see my mate more often now. It makes living here more bearable than usual.