Unfiltered Story #363809

My sister asked me to get a duotang from the basement, and I was having a bit of trouble, and my mother came down to give me a hand. After finding the duotang, I go upstairs to bring the duotang to my sister, leaving a small mess behind.
As I’m leaving:
Mom: “I’ll handle this.”
I go upstairs, give the duotang to my sister, then go to my room to watch Youtube. After a few minutes…
Mom: “(My name), can you please come here?” (I begin to move downstairs)
Mom (Instantly angry): “(My name), get over here!”
Me: “What?”
She starts walking into the basement, and I follow.
Mom (Still angry): “What the hell were you doing?!”
Me: “I was bringing the duotang up to (My sister’s name), and you said you were going to clean it.”
Mom: “Why didn’t you clean the mess up first, that would have been faster, it would make more sense!”
Me: “Just because it makes sense to you, doesn’t mean it makes sense to other people.” (It didn’t feel like 15 seconds was enough time to make too much of a difference.)
Mom: “I have a pain in my back, I shouldn’t be doing this!” (Ignoring the fact that (again) SHE TOLD ME she was going to do it, this would be reasonable, except…)
Me: “Then move out of the way so I can do it.”
Mom: “No, you won’t do it right, you’ll just leave it in a huge mess!”
Me (Calm up to this point, but now I’m annoyed): “Then don’t complain that I’m not doing it.” (I go back up to my room)