Yesterday's volleyball game was crazy. Well, first off I was REALLY pissed because last practice he told me I was going to be one of our main back row defense players because I was really good at it, and even though I was a strong hitter, he wanted me mainly at defense. He didn't even fucking put me in one time. Same with Ellen and Jamie. But, whatever. Critzer is a Dbag and we all hate him. It was game point for us 14 to 8. We would have been the FIRST team to beat them in THREE, yes THREE years. They got a kill on us and came back to beat us 16 to 14. I was so fucking pissed, because we were just letting balls drop that were 2 feet in front of us. And it sucked becuase I wanted to get out there and get the balls, but NOOOOO Critzer never plays me. My mom used to be a teacher before she had my brother. She got a job again as a teacher this year. Shes so used to just staying at home and running us around and cleaning and whatnot. Shes been having teacher work days and has been comming home and running us around and then going to bed really early. I feel sort of bad because I'm never really home to help her out or anything and I know its hard for her to go to school and then come home and clean and run us around everywhere and everything. So today I cleaned the kitchen and the living room for her. She came home and was talking to my dad on the phone and was like I have so much work to do and I really need to go back to school but I don't know what the kids are doing and stuff. She started crying when she got off the phone. The last time I saw my mom cry was when my grandpa died, so I got really worried. I asked her what was wrong and she just said that she had soooo much work to do. I hugged her and told her that it would be oaky. I almost started to cry, too. I'm not close with my mom at all and a lot of the time I just bitch to her about everything, and most of the time its about me thinking she did something wrong or something like that. I feel so bad that I give her shit all of the time and she tries her best to run 4 kids around everywhere, clean the house, cook, and whatever else. She hardly ever gets to do anything she wants and it makes me feel really bad. Before she got on the phone with my dad i was bitching to her about how i hated having to watch graham and leslie and all of their little friends that come over while aaron is out playing golf and i sit at home all day untill volleyball practice. Bllllah..