Ok, so today Mom and Dad got home from my oldest sister's place. They went over to have lunch with them. Before the left, I told Mom that I had a lot of work to get done this week, since I'm running my own small business for the summer.

When they got back, Mom said that she was going to make a list of chores for me to do every day over the summer, since I don't do anything other than sit in front of my computer. She basically wrote me a letter saying that I don't do anything and the house shows it.

HELLO!!! I pull my weight around here. It is hard for me to keep up with everyone else's mess when I am working almost 20 hour days to earn a buck. I'm sorry, but right now my customers take priority over dusting the dining room every day. I am trying to develop a strong business-to-customer relationship. If it means sleeping only 4 hours a night, then so be it. I just get sick of the "pot" calling the "kettle" black.

It's not the clothes that she borrows 
just call me out - you know I'll follow 
Back through the backdoor into June 
Luck will sleep the October June 

Sometimes in deep thought I'm 31 
she's wanting kids 
sounds like fun, 
I'll teach them to sing along 
sure beats the end of a smoking gun 

And I know that God exists 
because I feel him sometimes 
when she takes up the sheets 
or my telephone lines, but 
when I'm home she says: 
"Baby you're a lie..." 
"You're not really here." 
"You've gone away..."

(Seven Mary Three - Gone Away)