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I'm graduating tomorrow, which is great and terrifying in many ways I don't want to tell, but more relevant to my emotions at hand is the fact that both of my parents and their ratdog are staying in my apartment with me.

Understand that I love my parents and will be moving back in with them for what I hope will be a short period.

But I have lived on my own for four years now, and in this apartment for a year and a half. They're in that parental state where they expect everything to be as they would have it in my house, OR they assume that there is not a procedure for a given task.

Obviously, this is not the case. Cans go in the little blue basket for storage until there is enough to think about recycling; food and some paper waste goes into the bucket until there is enough to think about composting; etc; etc; etc.

And when I tell them this is not how things go down in my house, my dad gets temporarily confused, and my mom gets temporarily hurt, like I'm blaming her.

If this is how things go down in my apartment where I have some modicum of authority, this coming stay may be less pleasant than I envisioned.