The boys both stayed with my mom on Thursday night because she didn't have to work on Friday and they beg to stay all the time.  I took advantage of the free night of sleep and actually slept til 11  on Friday morning.  My mom called to find out what I had done with my free morning.  When I told her that I had been sleeping, she made a snide remark about how she thought I should have cleaned my house and done laundry.  I didn't say anything to her but she hurt my feelings.

But, she didn't stop there.  She then told me how I should do the cleaning during the the week instead of waiting til the weekend when Wayne was home.  Finally she shut up. 

Well, the guilt set in.  I know that I can't do all the house cleaning without some help or I'll be in bad shape with my back the next day.  And, my mom didn't offer to help.  I know to wait on Wayne to help me and so yesterday, I asked him to do the vacuuming and mopping.  But, I busted my big ol' arse doing everything else, including the laundry.  And...today.....I can barely walk...and I am the one paying for my own guilt, my own guilt and now my back hurts something terrible.

Well, I told mom about it this morning and do you believe she has the nerve to tell me that she can't say anything to me.....please, she says whatever she wants to me, that's the problem.

Anyway, guilt, pain and rant over.