Seems like I can never do anything right in my mom's eyes. Last night, she picked me up from school at 11:30 and just starts yelling at me. I had been doing pep band for school, then stayed after the games to help clean the school and play hide and seek with the band. This morning, I worked hard cleaning the house, doing dishes, laundry, and babysitting. First thing she does when she gets home, is yell at me for not going outside to ride my horse. After yelling, she smothers me in a hug, saying how she loves me in a mocking tone. I'm a person who hates being hugged. It makes me uncomfortable and claustrophobic. So I'm now still working around the house just loving life right now.