Why did I agree to this? I don't know if I can handle living with my mother. I just tried to put a load of laundry in the washer, and from the other room she asked me what I was doing. The conversation went something like this...
Mother: What are you doing?
Me: Putting something in the washer...
Mother: Woah, woah, woah... What is it?
Me: A handfull of laundry, what else would it be?
Mother: (at this point she has raised her voice and is now inspecting my laundry) A handfull, why don't you go find some other stuff to wash with it? You do not wash half a load of laundry.
After she went crazy and further inspected my load she realized it was a full load, then proceeded to lecture me about other peoples laundry lying around the house. WTF?
So I have begun to look into a few places here in Broomfield. However, unless I find a roommate quick I'll be stuck with the family. And if that is the case, I hope I find the patience to make it through the next six months without stabbing myself in the eye with a pair of scissors just so I can spend a few nights away at the hospital where the sick and dying are because they are much more pleasant to share a room with.