my mother enjoys making me skwerm

this past reading break i scheduled and planned all youth activities and church planning meetings etc. on nearly every night of the week so that when school starts i don't waste any study time. so last week i came home every night between 9:45-10:30. now this is usually when people go out, but not for a girl in a brown family,... this is when she must be at home either engrossed in her "studies" or helping mom clean up in the kitchen or in her room... being silent.
i came home on wednesday and got yelled at by my mom, to the point of tears (re: FOU blog). and every other day of the week i got a call, at 9:00 pm EXACTLY, from my mom asking "where are you now? dad's home, come home quick". my dad knew i was at church stuff so cared less than my mom (oddly enough).
on sunday after youth i get a call from my mom at 9:23 (she'd already called twice between 9 and 9:15) and she's like "where are you?? dad's home. you need to be home before dad gets home. hurry up. he was yelling at me telling me you're never home". so i race to drop off one more person, driving nearly 3 times the speed limit, and drive back even quicker, praying i won't get yelled at.
i get home, it's oddly quiet, i go to my room where my mom's on the computer casaully chatting to my grandma (it's this new thing that they do), and my dad's sleeping on the couch. i ask if i'm in trouble and she's like "nope", i'm like "are you sure??" "yeah" "really??" "yeah, go eat something" "ma, am i in trouble?? the meeting ended late and i had to drop people off" "no, go eat something and then we can pray and go to sleep". she went back to chatting.
i went to say hi to my dad, who was sleeping soundly...not yelling...
my mother enjoys making me skwerm.


ps. prayer helps.. A LOT... but it's weird when you get what's out of the norm