It's been chaos for the past week or so, and it's been getting to me. I've been going hardcore style with school trying to finish up my MCSA certification and work full time (rather 50+ hour weeks). It's been stressful but what can I say, I've gotten used to it.

What I haven't gotten used to however is the self-centered additude that I've been experiencing with my mother. Lord knows I love her to death but lately she has been driving me up a wall. Monday night was the last straw however and me and her got into it BIG time. She knows that I've been working and doing school work and also helping around the house as much as I can, but she told me that I haven't been helping her at all around the house and that I needed to cook dinner.

This wouldn't have been a problem, but if you take into account the fact that I had to fast for 12 hours to get blood work done, had an appointment at my school with my professor, ran errands for me and her and came home to study, well, you get the picture. She told me to get dinner started and that she would finish it up. This, of course, is after I told her that I needed to study. So sue me if I get grumpy and snippy with her, and tell her exactly how I feel.

This started a huge argument between us, with her accusing me of being ungrateful and a self-serving asshole. I of course retaliated telling her that I'm trying to work full-time, get school work done and run errands for her and sue me if I want not even 5 mintues where she doesn't have me doing something for her. Thats when she starts yelling at me that I'm ungrateful after all she's done for me, being there when I was sick, letting me live at home rent free and the like. Well, I lost my temper and finally told her that when I came home it was like being at work and that's why I don't stick around as often and I stay up late when she's in bed because then I get some peace and quiet.

She started carrying on and well, I left the house. I drove to where I will be living and stayed with the roomates for a bit. I came home today to pick up some things that I left at home for work and bolted out of the house. I texted mom saying that I was working today 3-11 and that I would be working tomorrow 8-8 (staff conference and some coverage hours due to a gap in subs for my program) but we would talk and lay thing down on the line because, as I told her when I called her before, we need to have a talk.

She agreed and she did say that she was sorry, but that it was mostly my fault for storming off. I just bit my tounge with that remark and said that we would talk tomorrow, which I'm planning on doing. I also talked to my roommates and they gave me some advice on what to say and take things because they were both in the same position that I'm in at one point. So pretty much, I know what'd going to happen and like I'm going to tell my parents, I'm going to be gone until Tuesday next week because we both will need time to think and cool off, because the talk will be one hell of an argument.

Lots of love

Eric