I'm moving fucking furniture because my mother won't fucking let me alone until I fucking do it. And it's not like I could have ignored her. She started vacuuming a few feet from me with one of the loudest fucking machines ever built while my brother is using a circular saw to cut out a section of a board for her to use as a table on her chair, and then started using a sander. And now I'm sneezing like crazy from all the fucking dust they stirred up.
I love my mother. I love my brother. But soon as I can, I'm getting the fuck out of here.