It only took ten minutes.

I've been home since 9:13pm, and now it's 9:23pm.  Within that time period, my emotions did a somersault from:

1. Confused - About boys, and about how they expect girls to be mind readers.  How they have no idea how they want. And about how girls are exactly the same way but insult boys for doing it.
2. Relief - All duties for the day were attended to.
3. Alarmed - My mother was already asleep, so something happened in my absence.  Probably my father, my brother, or my father's treatment of him wore my mother out.  Or all of the above.
4. Annoyed - Because my mother's angry nap was starting take validity because what the patriarchs of the house were doing was now directed towards myself.
5. Tears - Because I fight like Tiger Woods' wife and I work with a passion and a blindsided goal like Jay Gatsby, but Tiger Woods' wife is no Joan of Arc, and Jay Gatsby is no Jeff Bezos.  Which leaves me at less than strong enough and less than good enough.