My Annoyance of a Mom

Do your parents annoy the hell out of you?
I really want you to think about it.
Like, really.
Really, really, really think about it.
Have you thought of something that they annoyed you with?
Are you sure?
Ok, now, with that in mind, I'd like to wager that my parents are 100x more annoying than yours.
Really.

It's funny, because whenever I start talking about my parents, it usually turns out negative. Like what they do, what they say, how they say it, and the list goes on. So far, I think I've only talked about my dad, because he scares the shit out of me, and I needed to vent.
Now, however, I'd like to talk about my mom.

Sure, she's my mom. Hell, she gave birth to me (technically, she endured an emergency cesarian section for me) and I should be grateful for that. Right? I might sound heartless, but I couldn't give a rat's ass if she did or not.
She's a liar, a hypocrite, a procrastinator, a perfectionist, a complainer, and extremely bipolar (although we haven't had a doctor tell us so. Yet). I know, some of these things that I mentioned cancel each other out, but no, she is all of these things.
For example, today, she started vacuuming the house. In the morning. When I got home in the late afternoon, the vacuum was right in front of my room. I also did my sister and I's bed sheets. In the evening, I got the laundry out of the dryer and went up to make our beds. I asked my mom if she was going to put away the vacuum. She replied that she didn't finish vacuuming the bedrooms. I got a little annoyed because I was making my bed: clean sheets and vacuuming do not mix, in my books. I thought she'd start up again as soon as I finished making the beds. But no. She did not. She vacuumed as I was putting the sheets on my bed.
Good Lord I wanted to yell at her so hard.
Oh, and that wasn't the last of it. She started vacuuming my room, only to stop a couple seconds later, to look through the drawers under my bed...WHAT THE HELL.
She then continued to ask me if I was still wearing certain clothing items and told me I needed to wash them. I should also mention that dirty, dusty ass vacuum head was on top of my clean, washed pyjamas. I got upset, and told her to take the vacuum head off while doing it myself. She started laughing and said that it wouldn't bother her if it was her things. I told her the clothes the vacuum head was on was not her clothes. Jesus.
When she finally finished with my room, she went on to my sister's. She then started to complain that we needed to empty our garbages out, because they were full. I replied that I was waiting for the end of the week, when the garbage would be taken out, because I had missed last week's pick up. She continued to say that the downstairs garbage was full and someone should have taken it out last week. I told her that her and my definition of full was different (but she didn't hear me say that, apparently).

And that's all. For today.
Let me know in the comments how your parents annoy you :)
Love.