well, there goes my good mood today. I was letting my dog run around freely today, in and out of the…

well, there goes my good mood today. I was letting my dog run around freely today, in and out of the house as he pleased. my dad's been working on the garage so the back door to it was open. my mother came home and decided, yet again, that she was going to come in the house through the garage and opened the front door to it (the door is not powered so you have to open it by hand, house is 54 years old lol) and my dog got out. mind you, my dad has thousands of dollars worth of tools in the garage and has told her on many occasions that he doesn't like advertising that the garage is never locked. thankfully my dog doesn't stray too far from home because of his separation anxiety. but my mother also got him to come in the house by saying "do you want treats? let's go get treats". um hello??? my dog is not going to get treats for running out of the backyard and into the street and then proceeding to run away from me and my dad. why can't you just come in the front door like a normal fucking person? "oh my hands were full" then how the fuck did you open the garage door??? is it so hard to come up the front steps to the screen door and say "patti can you open door for me? my hands are full"??? and then she got into an argument with my dad because he moved boxes of stuff into the shed from the garage that had been sitting there for who knows how long and told me that he seems to be in a mood today. no he's not, he was fine until you bitched about some boxes that you put in his way months ago and haven't touched since. ughh, like I said, I love my mother, but she is not the brightest crayon in the box, and she's constantly trying to think for everyone and do for everyone and I am this 👌 close to having a damn freak out on here.