Under Construction?

My house looks like it's under construction! Everyone here is sick and the vacuum doesn't work and the dog has shredded trash everywhere and the mother (mine, not me) has washed my husband's wallet and left shredded business cards all over the floor in the laundry room! For some reason my mother is stacking piles and piles of towels in my doorway instead of putting them in the linen closet where there is plenty of room for them and that's where they are supposed to go, at least that's where they went before I was hospitalized. I feel really out of place here. I feel like I should be living alone, like I don't belong. Cockroaches have even moved in. First thing I hear every single morning from my mother is all about the dog's bowel movements, who took her out, how many times she went out, what she "did" or didn't do each time she went out, etc. Usually she waits until I have actually began eating to start with it too. After breakfast she hammers in with anything stressful she can think of to talk about. Sorry, I needed a short rant.