Those days gone by

There is no denial that my mum is a superstar, both morally and motherly. She is logical, straight forward, and kind. Though, it does not change the fact that I wish we lived apart (same city still preferably). The more we live together the more reluctant I become to do daily chores, such as doing the dishes in the morning, cooking when parents are out, or taking responsibilities for my own decisions in general. All of those skills that I have gradually gained after many years of resistence are ever so slowly fading since my parents have moved in.

I used to clean up after myself as almost instantly like reflex. It was as if I lived by those rules:
- If I don’t act, it will never be done.
- If I don’t have time now, why would l have time later?
- If I don’t take responsibility for my consequences, then no one will.

It effected beyond my household chores. It was not just about doing the dishes. It was the fact that if I don’t look after of myself, no one will. And I miss that feeling.