I cleaned the litterbox, my room [including vacuuming everything, scrubbing the stains on my dresser, and pulling my dirty blankets and clothes out], did the dishes, went to town and came back to do more dish work.
I even swept the floors.
I texted mom asking what she needed me to do re: laundry because i had like 4 blankets to do and i know there was a load in already. I related all the things i did to her and she told me to take a break after finishing up the dishes.
I say ok.
So i sit down to fix my mods on stardew. Cut to when mom gets home.
She told me i fucked up the vacuuming because i didn’t clean it out [i literally can’t bc asthma], she insisted i fucked up doing laundry because i didn’t already have things cleaning even though she told me not to, she got angry about the dishes because dad had stashed his dirty dishes and i couldn’t find them and she did, then she insisted she was just giving me crap even though i explained that there was a difference between ‘telling me what i missed’ and ‘telling me i fucked everything up when i literally told you i was proud of being able to physically clean today’’.
She literally then got pissed off when i kinda slumped, because like.. i wasn’t emotionally ok today, and cleaning helped, and then she goes off on me, then rants about how shit my dad was today and kept getting angry at me because my executive dysfunction kept making me skip shit.
I was just being ok for fucking once, but no fuck me and any productivity i can manage. what do my feelings matter when someone has ranting to do.