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Today I spent hours cleaning out the garden. There was a bunch of spinach out there that needed to be picked and eaten, and it was looking old, so I yanked the whole plants. I spent some time separating the leaves from the roots, and I had about half the leaves washed by the time my mom got home. When she got home, I went out and got some fish and some food for the dogs.
She started cooking a roast, which took hours.
I baked some salmon (which I paid for), cooked most of the cauliflower that I grew, and made creamed spinach (which was a little fussy) with *all* my spinach. I thought it would be nice to sit down at the table and eat, so I cleared off the table, put on the tablecloth, and made a little presentation of it.
The dinner was fantastic.
About 5 minutes before I was done eating, my mom got up and went outside, leaving me there sitting at the table finishing my food. She came in after she was done smoking, and angrily started doing the dishes. I finished eating in a prompt manner, and after I was done I said "Is there anything I can do to help?"
She said "Well you could start by taking out the garbage."
I took the garbage out to the bin, and the second I came back in she asked me to dry the dishes. I started by drying the colanders. When I was done drying them they weren't prefectly dry, so I set them in front of the microwave to air dry. She got unaccountable angry at me for setting them there, and she said "I don't want to have to deal with those in the morning." There were also two lemons there which I got at the same time I got the fish. She asked me to take the lemons out of the bag and put them in the fruit bowl. I took the lemons out of the bag and put the lemons in the fruit bowl. I turned around to throw the bag away and there was no liner in the garbage can.
I tucked the bag inside the garbage can with the edge sticking out, and I resumed drying the dishes. She started in about how it was past her bedtime and she was stuck there doing dishes. I told her that I was sorry that the meal had taken so many dishes, and that I was also sorry it was past her bedtime. She just kept on about how she had been at work all day, and she had to come home and deal with huge numbers of dishes. (Today I used a cup for coffee, and a plate for a piece of cake, and those were the only dishes I used, so most of the dishes were for the dinner.)
Then Bailey managed to find a sour cream container on the floor that had apparently fallen out of the fridge. My mom snaked it back from him, and when she went to go throw it in the trash, she got really pissed that there was no liner in the trash can. She really started in on me about how she hated to be the one to wash all these dishes, and did I not see there was no liner in the trash can, and why did she have to be the one doing everything, and I just totally lost it.
I told her that I tried really hard to have a nice meal, and I was doing my very best. I also announced that I was going to bed, and I left the room, leaving her to do all the damn dishes her own damn self.
I'll be damned if I ever try to fix something nice for her again.
The thing that makes me really pissed is the fact that these bitch fits come out of nowhere. If I was sitting on my ass not helping, I could see her being really pissed, but DAMMIT, I was trying to help! I came back inside from taking the trash out, I rinsed my hands, and I resumed drying the dishes. THEN she got all pissy with me.
The last time she got really pissed at me is when the dog vomited all over her car. I cleaned it up, and when I came back in the house she was all pissed at me for being grumpy. I'm like, I just cleaned up a massive pile of vomit! Fuck me for not being particularly cheerful this second!
I don't know what the hell to do about it other than disengage from the situation.
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