February 1 again

2-1 #2
I just got yelled at for having my slippers on the couch. I was lying down reading and I had my feet up. I don’t even think the soles were touching the couch. She came in to tell me supper was ready and freaked out. She was like: don’t put your slippers on the couch, it costs a lot of money to wash and iron it (there’s a cover on it that I’m pretty sure she washes every week anyway because there was magically a different one on it today), you’re too used to the university but in a house you need to take care of things, put your slippers on the floor when you are on the couch, yadda yadda yadda. Then she rushed over to smooth out the couch cover, as if having slippers touching it would wrinkle it more than a person sitting there. Calm yourself, woman! They’re just slippers! They’ve never been outside; I only wear them in your freakishly clean house. It’s no different than putting socks or bare feet on the couch. I actually purposely put the slippers on because I thought she might not like my bare feet on the couch. Obviously I was wrong. I understand that she doesn’t want slippers on the couch, and that’s fine. But she could have just asked me not to do it instead of freaking out. I don’t remember the last time I was scolded like that. It doesn’t help that I’m super tired and a bit on edge. I wanna come home! No, I don’t. Only a little. I just won’t ever wear slippers on the couch again and it’ll be fine. I hope.