Wait until I go into the kitchen to cook dinner and then come in and stand in front of cupboards I need to get to. Maybe start doing some washing up when you can see I'm just about to drain pasta. Better yet, do all that and hum off key. Or maybe, sing the same line of a song over and over and over. Still off key mind you. This is especially helpful when I'm trying to prepare something complicated from scratch.
Wait until you can see I am 75% done in preparing my meal for the evening before suggesting that Dad go and get a takeaway. I understand how stressful it must be cooking for two whole nights a week. I mean, I do it 7 nights a week, but I'm obviously superhuman and wouldn't want to have a night off anyway.
Watch me spill something in the kitchen because the fury of your off key singing has overwhelmed me. Then patronisingly ask me if I want you to clear it up.
Hear me get back from shopping and watch through the window as I trawl through my bag looking for my keys, once I've found them let me struggle with the shopping until I'm in the kitchen. Then ask me if I need any help.
Bring washing upstairs and just hang things on the door of the wardrobe. Obviously, the walk up the stairs has drained all of your energy to the point that you can't open the door and put things inside.
If there is washing that doesn't go on a hanger, don't put it in the chest of drawers where the clothes live. Balance it precariously on the end of my bed.
On the rare occasions I tell you somethng personal about myself, share it with your work colleagues. I especially like it when you do this. Its nice to have someone say "I hear you got an abnormal result on your smear test last week." I love knowing that your co-workers know all about my reproductive health.
And if you really want to go for gold, whenever I get home ask me if it was busy. It doesn't matter where I've been. The shops, out with friends, blockbuster, the doctors. Wherever. Its important that you know if it was busy while I was there. Particularly as you're not even using the information to make a judgement on whether you'll go yourself.

Move out?
Posted by: Daniel Hoffmann-Gill | Sunday, August 16, 2009 at 03:38 PM
Time to move perhaps?
Posted by: HereInFranklin | Sunday, August 16, 2009 at 04:06 PM
Daniel & HIF - I'd love to. Unfortunately, money doesn't permit at the moment!
Posted by: Beth | Sunday, August 16, 2009 at 05:33 PM
Better you than me.
Posted by: travis erwin | Sunday, August 16, 2009 at 07:08 PM
Travis - Its blog material at least, I should be grateful for that!
Posted by: Beth | Sunday, August 16, 2009 at 07:17 PM
Look them in a cupboard then?
Posted by: Daniel Hoffmann-Gill | Monday, August 17, 2009 at 01:46 PM
Daniel - I've considered it. Many, many times. A big cupboard though, I'm not a total tyrant.
Posted by: Beth | Monday, August 17, 2009 at 03:22 PM
i've been away beth...if that is about your family...omg i so know where you're at. i've lived with my mom and dad for 2 1/2 years now and my mom can't seem to leave me alone about my digestive system of all things! and utterly private things i'm generally NOT in the mood to talk about, heh. either way, parents or not, still not an okay subject to just breach with someone--i'm with you.
Posted by: Blush | Wednesday, August 19, 2009 at 11:30 AM
The groceries - same peeve. Except someone will open the door for me as soon as I've stuck the key in the lock. Or they'll complain that I should be more considerate of other people's clothes and fold the items that need to be folded when they're pulled from the laundry. This is usually right after I find a laundry basket on my bed with everything thrown in - unfolded.
Posted by: Dena | Wednesday, August 19, 2009 at 08:24 PM
Lol, it's indeed blog material. I would personally strangle number 7.
Posted by: Gany | Friday, August 21, 2009 at 02:26 AM
Blush - I think its obviously some sort of crazy mother thing. My dad lets me do my own thing. She, unfortunately, seems to intentionally set out to drive me nuts.
Dena - I totally feel your pain. I see the same irony and thats the most frustrating part!
Gany - As a general rule, I learnt the lesson the hard way by hearing too many things about my life from other people I hadn't told myself. My logic was just to give minimal information about what was going on - sadly, this has just lead to part truths being told with a liberal sprinkling of blatant lies to pad out the details!
Posted by: Beth | Friday, August 21, 2009 at 09:25 PM