My mom is in a really bad mood... It's almost 9:00 AM here, and she's deciding that she must fix the clogged sink right this instant... She screamed at me for help the first time like I was ignoring her... She only asked for help one time, and every time she asked for help (which was in an angry, irritated tone, every time), I did what I was asked the first time she told me to do what ever it was... And here she is screaming at me like my very existence pisses her off... I don't care why she's screaming at me at this point... not a day goes by where she doesn't scream at me for some reason pretty much (typically, when I ask a question of some form)... Her excuse is usually "I'm tired". I tell her "you're always tired!". She is always tired 24/7, she never sleeps well at night... I'm sick of those excuses... She's always tired partly because she reads my 14 year old brother to sleep well past midnight, and waits until 10 or 11 pm to decide that my dad needs clothes for work and to start the laundry... She also says she doesn't sleep that well when she sleeps with the kittens, and yet, she still insists she sleeps with them anyway... I'm sick of her constantly screaming at me, especially when she has no reason to, which is most of the time that she screams at me... gonk

Edit: When I went out to the kitchen (where she happens to be), I asked her a question, and she answered, in a pissed off tone. She had told me that she doesn't appreciate the attitude I have. I was in a good mood until she started treating me like crap. I told her that I don't appreciate the way she was treating me this morning, and she responded with she doesn't feel appreciated at all. Fine, she can feel that way all she wants. I feel like I was born to be her servant, and to be someone for her to scream at all the time... One time, she even said that I was only born to be her servant, though she claims she doesn't remember saying that. I'm sick of it. I wish I could afford to move out... I can't take anymore of her crap... I wish she'd realize just how much harm she's causing in the way she treats me, but clearly she doesn't care. She claims that she loves me, but she has a horrible way of showing it. It feels more like she hates me, but won't admit it. I've tried talking to her some I dunno how many times... I have tried writing her a letter about how I felt... I have tried talking to my dad about it.... I have tried just about everything I can think of to get her to realize what she's doing, but nothing seems to work... Her behavior and attitude improves for maybe a week if I'm lucky, and then reverts back to the way it was. And she wonders why I'm constantly in a bad mood. I'm usually in a good mood up until she starts screaming at me... gonk