Volcano...

I guess i must have irritated my mum enough for her to respond as such when i suggested moving out :a nonchalant "move lor".
Well, i suppose all families have their own quirks and have wanted to strangle their family members at one point or another for doing things that just got on one another's nerves.
And the funny thing is, we're waging war over miniscule, mundane things like sofa, wardrobe, sink.
I couldn't stand it that she wants the sofa placed exactly on that line, as though 1 cm more or less would make sitting on the sofa any less comfortable. And her sink must be done to ISO standards for cleanliness. And I irked her because i did not push the sliding door of my wardrobe back after opening it. Citing how dust collects and how dirty it'll be, she was that hawk who refused to let down her guards, keeping her prying eyes on the wardrobe every time i needed to take something out from it and seemingly feeling triumphant whenever she caught me in the act of not pushing back the door. Her "See, you didn't do it again!" kind-of-smug-but-definitely-irritated tone was just piercing enough to send me fuming at times. What's with her preoccupation with a sliding door?
Mum complained to my recently-married sis about my ill behaviour and sis told me to be more considerate towards her. Ok. I will.
But seriously, had it not been for the costlier-than-costly room rentals in Singapore, i would have shifted out.
But not because home was unbearable. But rather, i guess it would make me appreciate whatever i have at home more and perhaps make me realise that being a homemaker is sometimes quite a thankless job and i should be thankful for whatever that i already am provided with at home. But sometimes, too much.