My commiseration knows no bounds.
My favorite is when she opens the door and "moms' me with the international sign of 'turn-it-down:" the pinching of an invisible knob and repeated twist of the wrist.
One of these days I'm gonna have to turn it up and see what happens... "But Babe, you turned your wrist to the right... That's an increase in SPL. Down is the other direction!"