This has been a crappy day. I woke up from a phone call from my brother who wanted to be picked up from school because there is a goddamn snow storm (okay, maybe not storm, but tons of snow and wind) outside and he's sick, so he didn't want to walk home. All fine and dandy, except my other brother was up and out with one of the cars, so he could've easily picked him up, but refused to. So I had to get up, get dressed, go outside in the snow "storm", dig out the other car, and pick him up from school. Then, after finally getting warm again after about an hour inside, I had to venture out into the cold again and pick up my parents from work, because my brother had driven them to work this morning so he could have the nice car available. The car he was, by the way, not using at all, so he really just drove them there so I had to pick them up. Then, when I got home, my mom decided it was time to yell at me because none of us "kids" apparently put stuff in the dishwasher, and they had been getting more and more annoyed by this all fall. The fact that I don't live here anymore and I've only been home for two weeks over Christmas? Apparently not important. I'm the one that gets most the blame anyways. And then, when this upsets me, they yell at me some more for not being a grown-up, and belittle me by comparing me to my youngest brother, who is the perfect one and always does what he's asked.
This all sounds so fucking stupid and minor, but it's been building up, and I'm tired of it and so glad I'm leaving on Thursday. I managed to stick with the "nod and accept their yelling, and then remove yourself from the situation" routine for two weeks, but I guess I have my limit. And I feel so sorry for my youngest brother, who has to live here and deal with them all year round, especially now that my other brother, who is a selfish jerk most of the time (quote: "I can't be bothered to do anything at home, because I know dad'll do it anyways if I just ignore it."), has moved back home and will continue to frustrate my mom to no end. And now I have to go cook the dinner for the third day in a row. But, you know, I don't do anything at home. At all.