change of pace...

I was grumpy when I got home today. Why? I have a new schedule. Every Wednesday I will not only have to come home to a dirty house, but I have to pick up my gran at my aunt's place and then get food to feed my fam at home. Fine, I'm not that grumpy but I was angry that when I called home from work I had complained that I had to pick up gran AND the food my dad started yelling at me. I didn't understand why someone else in the fam couldn't pick up food. I was tired. I just wanted to go home. I don't mind picking up my gran, but I just wanted to go home.
So my life is like this now. I go to work, on occasion I have to pick up my gran after work. I come home from work to a messy house which I have to take time to clean every evening before I go to bed. I have to make dinner. I have to wash dishes. I have to do the laundry. Laundry I don't mind too much, but picking up after my fam is annoying. I just want to go home to a quiet and clean house after work and do what I want to do.
It's like I some how skipped a process in life. I have this gap. What is the gap? The gap is when you are living on your own, come home to your own clean apt, do what you want. I have some how transitioned from a kid to something like a housewife. I come home and yell at the kid to see if they did their homework. Whatever happened to "single life"? I'm a friggin housewife without ever having been married with kids.
Bah! I can only take so much.