Ranting!

Well sometimes i just don't remember why i even bother, My Mum obviously woke up on the wrong side of bed AGAIN!, Always seems to be the way, So i get woken up at like 7:30 by her screaming at Max over the stupidest things, he is Upset and getting less and less likely to co-operate by the minute, Dad is getting Irritated, because he doesn't know how to deal with these situations, Toby is just trying to get ready for school, and leave on time, but keeps getting got at for no reason, and all i want is for her to shut the f**k up and let me actually get a few hours sleep, but no, her majesty isn't having a perfect day so lets make everyone elses life hell.
I knew then this was going to be a really sh*tty day.
So having been woken up by her ranting and crying, i decide there is no point trying to sleep, so at 8am, very annoyed and very tired, but desperatly wanting to make today easier for everyone, i get up.
I go downstairs, Put the laundry on, and try to keep out of everyones way, till the boys have gone to school, So Mum and Dad go into the study to work, which means Dad works while Mum "Works" meaning answering E-mails. *rolls eyes* Don't know why he puts up with it, I guess she must do some work occasionally.
but while they are in the Study working, I hang out the laundry Empty the Dishwasher, Reconstruct Toby's Desk, move his Furniture back, Put up most of his Shelves, Reload the Diskwasher, and move the Drill, tools and Workmate up to Toby's room, So my Dad can easily sort the bits i can't.
So they Eventually go up and look at what needs doing in Toby's room about an hour later, and all Mum says is "we need the Drawer of Drill bits".
So off i go to go and get it, go into the garage quickly, grab the Drawer and "WHY THE HELL IS THE GARAGE DOOR OPEN". Great Mother has found another thing to blame on me.....S**T.
I was in there LESS THAN 30 SECONDS. and it is ME who has been complaining about the cold and it being left open for HOURS for like the last week, and so i finally loose it, and she starts throwing Plastic containers at me, Which is like the final straw. " DON'T F**KING THROW THINGS AT ME", I storm upstairs and throw the box of Drill bits all over Toby's bedroom floor and go to find me some Breakfast, and she comes into the Kitchen, Crying,
Great now she is going to want me to say i am sorry
I'm not sorry tho, So i say "well you did really over react about....well....Everything, this morning, and all i have had in the way of communication so far is 'get the Drill bits' and 'don't leave the garage door open' dispite the fact i have tried REALLY hard this morning"
"oh thats not fair" she claims,
Yeah well life isn't, and i only stated the truth, now we will have hours where we don't talk and then we will go back to how it always is....Great....*rolls eyes*