Trying to be an Adult Part 1

Before I moved out I would have told anyone that living on my own would be a challenge and it was going to be rough until I got the hang of it. However, I would have never told anyone that I would be the "mother" of my apartment. Two weeks into college and my roommates are calling me Mommy Hannah. Why? I am the only one who locks the door behind me as I walk into the apartment and lock it behind me when I leave the apartment. I cannot tell you how many times I've come back from class to an unlocked, empty apartment. I have also received a couple of texts asking me if I have my key or I have come back from class with one of my roommates sitting in the hallway waiting for someone to come back with a key. Another reason I have been deemed Mommy Hannah is that I clean. Cleaning is something I'm good at and I get sort of OCD if there's a ton of dirt or crumbs on the floor or if there are pots and pans with dried up food on the stove from two nights ago. Yes, I consider myself to be a really clean person, but ask my parents how much I love doing the dishes. I'll answer for them, I NEVER did dishes at my houses. I'd clean the entire house before I touched the dishes. Guess what Mom and Dad I'm doing other people's nasty dishes on a daily basis! Who would have guessed! I actually have my sister Stacy and my brother in law Matt for learning to mind doing dishes... It's probably a good thing I did your dishes for a month before I moved here. My roommates may think I'm very responsible and I may be their temporary mother while we are here, but I don't like cooking dinner! And I know everyone woman probably would tell you the same thing. But cooking for one is so hard and so not fun! I have made myself dinner a total of three times since I moved in and once for a few other people... Thank you Mom for making dinner and giving me leftovers : )

One thing I have established while living in this apartment building is that there are ogres living above us. They are constantly running back and forth in their apartment, moving furniture, and jumping. Seriously thought? Is there a need to run in your small apartment all day? or jump off of your bed at 2 in the morning? And please tell me why you guys are moving your furniture every single day? One of my roommates told me one day she was here alone after one of here classes and the ogres of 5th floor were playing basketball. I have contemplated going up and meeting the ogres, but I don't know what to expect when they open their door. I have also thought about writing them a passive aggressive note, but I'm not that rude. Hopefully soon the ogres will learn how to act like humans and not make so much noise.