Three ‘I expect’s in a row, can you believe that? All about totally separate things. “I expect you to be in bed soon.” “I expect you to find out what’s going on with your online Economics class. They should have sent an email.” “I expect you to spend extra long on the piano to make up for not practicing today.” Should’ve known that relaxing in my room for an evening was too much to ask for. It stresses the hell out of me, when she does that. And I know. She isn’t going to change. It’s not like it’s going away. Just gotta… learn to deal. I’m enjoying sitting in my room, though. I had a good day. Laundry basket, full of clean laundry, is right in front of me. Laptop case is next to me. Lunchbox for school is near the basket, and the floor to my left is covered in binders and books. Most times, I find the chaos too much. Stressful, irritating. I’ve written about those episodes of random obsessive cleaning. Everything must be in its place, and nothing can be crooked. But right now, I’m enjoying this. I feel whimsical, kind of just… bouncy and floaty. Weird feeling for me. I haven’t been this happy in a while.