God, I CAN NOT stop fighting with my mom. I can hear myself–I sound like an obnoxious, hypercritical, arrogant 12-year-old who’s convinced that my mom is an idiot.
I don’t actually think my mom’s an idiot. And I am a long, long way from 12.
But you’d never know it.
polyopia 
December 24, 2005 at 3:37 pm
Eeek. Sorry. It’s probably just a moment and it will pass. Have a good holiday.
December 24, 2005 at 7:50 pm
Hey, p,
Your reaction and behavior is, according to all research I’ve read, entirely normal. Children of all ages return home and behave as if they’re (pre)teenagers. A most impressionable time, and all that. I estimate my “home age” to be about 14 years old. (Biological age: 34)
Keep up the strength!
December 25, 2005 at 1:47 am
Thanks for the support, y’all. My “home age” is usually closer to 14, but I seem to be getting younger over the past few visits…
December 25, 2005 at 5:36 pm
I like this “home age” idea. I think mine is also in adolescence, but I’ve regressed. I think I was MORE mature when I was actually an adolescent than when I return home now. When I was younger, I was helpful and nice, I think, but somehow I’ve devolved into the slacker daughter.
I hope you and your mom have some good moments, too.