What I did today: got up at 8:00, went to work. Got off at 1, came home. Watched Anastasia with Christi while waiting around for my dad to get around to working on the budget with me --- which never came to pass, btw, but hey. Took a shower. Had class at 5. Got off at 6:15. Stopped to get dinner on the way home. Got home at 7:00. Dropped food off at home, went back out to look for Renae, who had gone to look for the dog 20 minutes ago and wasn't back yet. Couldn't find them, so I came home and ate, intending to go look for them again once I had eaten --- was the first thing I had eaten all day, btw, except for my morning tea. 7:30, call from Trevor to tell us he has successfully picked up our mother from work (he left around 6:30), and oh yeah, he has Renae and the dog with him. Duh.
So they get home and we all watch Prison Break together. It was very interesting tonight, but whatever. Afterwards, Nicole and Christi want to go to Walmart to get some snacks (Christi and Trevor) and a book that was supposedly released today (Nicole). We end up going to three different stores, none of them has the book Nicole wants, but we do get some snacks. It's 10:00 by the time we get home. Now it's time for me to do my homework, which is due tomorrow at 8:00 am, only now Renae has put on one of those obnoxious wedding shows she loves so much. I ask her if we can put on something more mellow so I can do my homework. She says no. We argue some, but she says it'll be over at 10:30 anyway, so I reluctantly relent. 10:30 comes around, I've answered two fricking homework questions, and the show's still not over. She tells me I can go to my room to do my homework, which she knows is ridiculous, because of the mess in there. Then Nicole tells me it's my turn to do the dishes.
I snap at her (almost justifiably, since she was in the kitchen, and I was in the living room) that there's no way I'm going to have time, and she'll just have to deal with it. She says I'll have to do it tomorrow, then, and thinking over my schedule for tomorrow, which is kind of similar to today's, only with more school in it, I say I won't have time tomorrow, either. To which Renae replies that, "It's not our fault you [meaning me] can't prioritize your time better."
Now I'm angry and hurt, so I tell her that, since she only works five hours a day, she has no room to talk. I then try, with many sips of Dr Pepper, to concentrate on my homework, but I'm too upset, so I end up gathering my things and going to my room, after all. I think she heard me crying, because the TV's off now and I can hear them talking about me. They know I'm online, so I guess they figure I'm just a drama queen with no real complaints, but whatever. I needed something to take my mind off the argument so I could concentrate, but nothing's working. And now I have a headache from grinding my teeth and crying. I'm just sick of being expected to do everything around here.