Bothering me?

Yesterday I was in my bedroom chair listening to music on my headphones and knitting. My daughter, listening to music on headphones too, came in to play with the dog. At one point she started to sing along to the song playing. This was annoying because I couldn’t hear the song and she’s not a good signer (like me). My first instinct was to tell her so, then I stopped myself and asked “Is this really bothering me?” And the answer was no, so I let it go. For the last month+ it has been my daughter and I (and occasionally our dog walker), so I have learned to let little things slide for the sake of our strong relationship. If she plays her music a little too loud, ok. If she insists on teaching me a TikTok dance (I have two left feet), ok. If she treats me like her butler, maid and cook all rolled into one, I damn well let her know that I am not all these things , not even just one of them. And then I get a face and pleas for helping make her lunch, which fall on deaf ears (pun intended since I have profound hearing loss in my left ear).