Man what a day.  I keep having these nightmares.  Someone is always chasing me in most of them.  So, not much happy sleep.  I went over to help my aunt pack for a couple hours.  I was nervous about this because of all the fighting that ensues when all the family is together working on a move.  Mom and I got into it this afternoon.  She and I yelled at one another and it ended with me calling my grandma to drive me home-thinking I needed to pack and leave.  It all started with a comment about going to the library and ended with driving micromanagement.  My Aunt will take over some of the driving back and forth when she moves out here.  I still want to go in on Mon and Wed to swim.  Sundays I like to drink coffee and read my people magazine.  I have never minded taking mom anywhere and have always found ways to fill the time with pleasant things.  I really love her and hate this.  I am told by the family that I am too expressive with my emotions-body language.  I am also told they feel I hate them because they are religious.  This is the farthest from the truth.  I miss mom and I and even my aunt having time to do fun things together like movies, hot dog trips, shopping (most times not even buying).