The simple fact that my mother conveniently "forgot" that I was at work (on my fifth day at that) when she had me move a bunch of furniture, got irritate when I indicate that she'd dragged me away for an hour from my very new job, and then was like, "Could you do some stuff for me?" is a solid reminder that she doesn't really respect my work, doesn't care about my time, and probably won't until I'm long gone and she can't just call on me.
Definitely going to be relocating in February/March 2022, maybe April 2022, but... not going to be living at home much longer. I'd relocate earlier if I could, but it's the end of the year, and a Winter move on my lungs would not be kind, especially with the pandemic changing a bit.
Still: late Winter/early Spring 2022? We'll be out of Texas for sure.
