That awkward feel when apparently your mom found your Old Spice deodorant that you were kind of hiding because you didn’t want there to end up being a Conversation about it, and now you are wondering if there will end up being a Conversation about hiding it.

And it only got found because you still live at home at 30 because the economy is shit, the job market is shit, that higher paying white-collar job you had for a while fucked over your mental health, shit is expensive in general, and…sigh.

I love my mom. And I never would have survived my teaching job if she hadn’t stayed at my apartment with me. But sometimes living with her is hard 😐