So Burnt. Rant.

So last week I attempted to make cinnamon rolls, but my dough didn't rise. Oh welp. Then my mil (whom I'm staying with until my house is ready) begins to give me tips (*cough* lecture me on things I already know*cough*) about why it didn't turn out right (again, I knew exactly why it didn't work, and I nicely told her that, but she continued to tell me everything I did wrong). Now she's baking them. Like she's trying to show me up. I'm so burnt. She's always a know it all, and this is just frustrating. I'm not saying she can't ever bake them, but really couldn't she had made something else? Or waited more than a week to show me up? Needless to say I will not be having one. 😡