I love my parents. I do. But they annoy me to death. Especially these last couple of weeks.

Dad has slept in our guest bedroom. Which is RIGHT next to me. He HAS to sleep with the TV on. He's addicted to it. No need to tell me how unhealthy this is, I already know. So getting the constant buzz from the TV these past few weeks has really really gotten on my nerves. And I have no idea how to tell dad. If I tell him he'll try sleeping in their bedroom, then he'll get so restless without TV on he'll go downstairs and sleep in his chair. And he'll do this for a week or so until he thinks it's safe to come back into the guest bedroom. My doubt of this actually happening is really low.

Last night I told mom the TV was driving me nuts. Actually, I started to cry. No, not cry, sob. So she said she'd sleep in there. Oh oh oh no no no no no! UH UH! Because sleeping in that bedroom means using my bathroom. And my mother will then hark on every little mess in my bathroom until it's clean. Which means I have to constantly clean my bathroom spotless.

Plus this isn't just about the TV. I LOVE my privacy. I treasure it. Years of living in a travel trailer, sharing one bathroom, having paper thins walls, has taught me to love privacy. To treasure alone time.

I NEVER feel alone anymore. I mean, I'm to the point I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if dad doesn't start sleeping in his own room with my mother. But I don't know what to do, how to fix this. And when I told mom tonight that this isn't just about the TV, it's about privacy, she started to yell at me for being ridiculous, at which point I backed down and told her to forget it, I could handle it. The truth is, I can't handle it. I'm crying writing this. I can't stand the noise, I can't stand the lack of privacy. I feel like my space is completely invaded.

I know I probably AM silly about this. That there's no reason to be upset. But... well I guess I needed to vent. Sorry to any readers I just disappointed. I'll get back on track soon.