I had a good weekend planned. I really did. Sure, I have a lot of stuff to do, like writing two papers and working on grad school aplications, and taking my GRE tomorrow, but I was going to do all of that at Erik's place this weekend.
Not so, says my mother. I am to stay home, work on applications, and anything else I have to do. Oh yes, and take the GRE friday, and go to a group meeting for my Marketing class Sunday. So, I have to scrap all my plans. Great. This, after having to scrap my plans for Thanksgiving weekend at her request, and getting bitched out by my father for not spending Thanksgiving at home, but instead at Erik's place because I had been invited up for the holiday.
This comes as a blow especially because I was looking forward to this weekend for a number of reasons, the least of which being spending relaxing time around Erik and being able to do work without the interuption my mother will inevitably cause every 30 minutes to every hour and a half.
Nothing good comes of telling my parents I have things to do for school/grad school/etc. They seem to think I am incapable of working anywhere but at home, which is far from true. If anything I work better everywhere else - especially at Erik's or on campus somewhere.
Arguing against it, however, is pointless, as once my mother has her mind made up, getting her to change it is worse than trying to pull the teeth out of a tiger without using a sedative. You are more than likely to come away with less than you had going in, so be grateful for what little you get and get on with it. Even if you are miserable.