
My mother, in her infinite fairness (*SNORT*) has decided that if I'm going to keep living under her room, I need to spend at least part of the weekend helping her. How dare I have a social life, apparently.
See the problem is that she's had some work to be done for a while switching her summer and winter wardrobe and apparently I'm the one that needs to help her. I had mentioned I was going to go up to Rochester, but she didn't think I meant the whole weekend.
We fought. She complained I was never around. I said I *WAS* around 5 days out of the week. Why didn't we get things done. No, says she, she's tired after work so that won't do.
We fought for a while. I knew she was getting mad at me being with Kristen every weekend. Mind you i was home Monday and we did NOTHING all day. Why couldn't we do it then?
Anyways, we've come to an agreement. I won't leave until Saturday sometime, which gives me.. about a day with Kristen.
I'm not happy. 1 day is better than nothing, but still.. *steams*
So.. yeah.. I'm a pissed off LITE right now :p
She better not change the terms on me again or I may just kill her.