Not your average choir girl

I am seriously cranky... taking an extra five minutes on top of the 10 minutes I spent eating lunch at my desk to vent... My plan for tonight was to have dinner with a friend for her birthday which was last week, and then write the story that's been bouncing around my head since I woke up this morning.... now, I get to rush home from work and madly clean and tidy my place, pick my mother's husband up from the train station (compromise, she wanted me to pick him up from the airport at 6pm, I finish work at 5:30 an hour out from the airport...), have dinner with him, and then let him sleep on my futon couch tonight, before taking him to the airport by 6am tomorrow morning... why am I doing this??? Because as usual my shithole brother made plans and promises and then weaseled out of delivering at the very last minute and I'm a doormat to my mother...
grrrrrrrr......