Sunday Bloody Sunday

AUGH!! I am SO SICK of SUNDAY!! Each and EVERY Sunday, my mom tears everyone a new asshole. She goes berserker, starts trashing the house, and threatens to move out, or kick people out, or some weird shit. EVERY SINGLE SUNDAY!! So, as a result, everyone is psychotic at this point. Well, no actually. Only my mom. My dad and I practically get to spend the entire day psycho-analyzing her. Her arguments are nearly non-existant. I mean, we approach every single one of her rants with absolute logic, and that only makes her worse. She can't stand the fact that we can counter her 20 min screams in one simple sentence or two. It's unfortunate that someone who really isn't that smart (my mom) is in that much control over the household. And every Sunday, she goes insane. So, emotions like in my picture are frequent, and I barely can resist those cravings. I really need some escape soon. I may start asking for shifts on Sundays. Sure, I'd love to sleep in, but it's not like the bitch will let me do that either. So I might as well stomach Humanity for a few hours with the extra buck an hour shift premium. Then again, dealing with my mom only makes my throat sore. I'm still crazy.