Is it just something in their teenage mind that rights itself in their 20s?
Yet again this morning I'm first up and come downstairs to every fecking light on - kitchen has about 8 spotlights, all blaring, front room lamps on, hall light on.
The conversations we've had just fall on deaf ears.
So I wake them up for college/6th form with the rage and they look at me like I'm some mad unreasonable harridan.