Saturday night

Mom: A. really gets on my nerves, but it makes me sad to think that she's leaving tomorrow.

Dad: Who doesn't get on your nerves?

Mom: Nobody else does, really. You don't.

Dad: Ha!

Mom: I get along perfectly with everyone else.

Dad: Just keep telling yourself that.

This followed an epic fight over my having vacuumed. When I did yoga this morning, I observed the filthiness of the floor in all its glorious detail, but didn't have time to do anything about it. But when I got back from my friend's house and looked for something near the floor, I saw all the dirt again and had to vacuum. So I did. Mom rolled with it until I rolled over a small piece of packing foam.

Mom: You're going to break the vacuum!

A.: No, I'm not. 

Mom: That's it! Turn on the TV!

A.: No, let me finish.

I vacuumed the living room and the stairs, and upstairs hallway. And collected an impressive amount of dust.

Mom: Turn on the TV!

A.: I'm busy!

Mom: You're not achieving anything!

Everything looked cleaner already.

Mom, watching me empty the filter: That's all from when I vacuumed the other day.

A.: Okay.

I didn't tell her that I'd emptied the filter before starting. All that dust was new dust.