Getting home today was a nightmare. The ride to my stop was fine, I got to sit in my lover's arms for the entirety of the ride and share the sweet nothings that couples often do. Until my stop, where I needed to pick up my siblings and walk them up the hill to my house. My brother apparently saw the strain in every one of my movements and didn't cause any problems today but my sister had a full meltdown all the way up the hill because I didn't help her carry her stuff that she insisted on getting. (All three of my siblings are half siblings and all are autistic...) Upon getting home it seemed my mother was in a good mood. My mood was off kilter because of my lack of happy pills in my system, and still is. I tried my best however and did a couple small things around the house and tried to have my siblings pick up the floor. I settled onto my mom's bed to watch the tiktoks she had sent me while I was out today and that took the better part of an hour. When I was done I set the tablet down and curled onto the couch to possibly take a nap. But at that time my mom decided to get up... which she doesn't do often... when she got up she decided to fight with me over my innablitly to function, which wholly isn't my fault today... I went upstairs and fought with her some more over the walkie talkie for another 20 minutes... finally we came to the same conclusion, I would do a few more things around the house and then go to bed. I went downstairs, watered all 33 snakes, did dishes, and made her food. Then I went back upstairs and took a shower. About 10 min after I got out, I shakily avoided another fight with her about whether or not I 'properly' cleaned out one of the snake water dishes.. now I'm in bed, the kids finally asleep, my mother and step father watching their show...
this was a typical work day... weekends are awful and days she's in a bad mood suck ass (excuse my language)