Although i feel lucky to still have them around, I really struggle with enforced regression when I go back to my childhood home.
I get a flaming Easter egg mug as I'm still not considered worthy of the Grown-Up Matching Set of mug, lest I smash one.
I'm not allowed to help myself to biscuits in the 'secret tin'.
They eye me suspiciously if I don't finish dinner.
They get flappy if I don't replace items as found.
They get flappy if I don't keep my coat on a designated peg.
They huff and sigh if i scratch MY OWN CAR.
They takeover DS and DD with an air of "it's ok we'll look after you properly".
Etc.etc.
Christmas nearly finished me off. AIBU?