My Mom Is Such A Fucking Bitch Sometimes

Ok, for those of you who know me you know me to totally despise my mom. I mean, I do honestly care for her, but she pisses me off a lot so I don't mind putting myself first. Same thing applies to my dad. I mean like the only thing that would drive me to go to either of their funerals would be if I had nothing better to do or felt like finding out about the will sooner. But she just annoys me. I mean she gets mad at me for doing stuff she tells me to do. Or I'm cooking, and she gets mad at me for whatever it is that I'm adding in. Take yesterday for example. She randomly decided to get off her lazy ass and do the dishes. And I mean I do the dishes, but I leave them there for my brother to load in. And she kept bitching at me, while I was cooking, for the dishes. Ok so she's always telling me to go fix her a drink. Like Pina Coladas, Martinis, etc. I do also add in alcohol when I have it. And I make them in a blender. She was complaining about the blender always being dirty. I soak it right after I finish it and all she can do is bitch at me for making drinks for her that she always asks for. And she was talking to me telling me not to cook anymore because I always leave a mess with the pots. This is looking at a pot with rice burnt to the bottom because I was cooking

too much so I had to let it simmer longer which resulted in the rice burning to the bottom. And I was planning to clean it up. But she is normally too lazy to cook and I do it. Not that I don't mind cooking, I enjoy it, but if she's going to get mad at me for doing what I'm told BY HER, well what the fuck. And she decided to do the dishes and start cooking while I was out. She didn't know why I was out when she told me to go buy shrimp, even though I was cooking that night. When I get home I find out she was badgering my brother about where me and my dad were, even though she's the one who sent us out. And she gets mad at me for coming home at 9:00 when she sent us out around 7:30 and we had shopping for the week to do. And I was going to cook
noodles that night and use burger meat also because I had salted it too heavily so there was a lot of seasoning to spread out to the soup. But she tells me she's cooking noodles, the same ones I was going to cook. And when I start pulling out stuff saying I'll just cook it she gets mad and starts pouting at me, not even knowing what I'm planning on doing. And I told her my idea to use the burger meat like a meat sauce a couple nights ago and she was fine with it. But she's badgering me about random shit while I'm cooking, while I'm cutting, and she gets mad at me for doing that to her. I almost cut my finger, and I mean like through meat and possibly cracking bone. When I left the kitchen I was about to hit her over the head with a ladle.