April Vacation - On My Day Off

My April vacation was not the most restful vacation I've ever had.  I worked everyday except two at Shaw's (By the way, I decided I want, nay, deserve a new job) and on one of the day I didn't work a construction guy was banging on my door at 7:30 in the morning demanding to know who had flushed the toilet.  It was on that day that our lawn was dug up and we had no water, couldn't flush the toilet, or anything.  By the way, no one actually had flushed the toilet, we were asleep and had had no warning a bunch of sewer people were going to descend upon us with a back hoe and jack hammer.  When we came outside, one guy turned to us from observing the 5 ft deep trench being dug in our lawn to ask, "You're the ones with the sewer problems, right?"  We looked at him, blankly.  My mom said confusedly, "No..."  The guy looked at her and said, "You're not?" My mom looked very decisive all of a sudden and said, "No, we're not.  We haven't had any problems. Everything's working fine." Then she amended herself with a glance at the trench, "Well, everything was working fine."  She glared at the guys gathered and said in a loud voice, "No one told us you were coming today, we've had no notice of anything, and now you're saying that we can't even use our toilet?" The guys looked at her. "That is what you're saying right? We can't take showers, or do laundry, or anything, right? And we're just finding out about this, now?"  The guys exchanged glances and then one took a step closer and said authoritatively, "You just can't let anything drain. You didn't know we were coming today?" We shook our heads and my mom inhaled to start on something again but then the guy cut her off with something else.  My mom tried calling the office, who also did not know the sewer people were coming and then decided that our best option would be to just get the hell out of their.  We went to the Watertown mall and washed in the bathroom there.  My mom resolved that I had to take my permit test again, and to avoid a fight I didn't try arguing with her because I could that anything I said to her would be taken the wrong way and she wouldn't actually listen to my message. So we went to the DMV.  All the while she kept asking me, "Do you think you can pass it? Can you pass the test?" and I kept saying, "I think I can," not really committing to anything and then she left me there to go to work and I failed the permit test by one question.  So then I walked across the street to the Arsenal Mall and started window shopping, feeling somewhat disappointed with myself. 
But then I found prom shoes!  My mom was not happy at all, of course, but really what could she expect? I forgot the pages I had to study in our haste to escape the house.  From that comment she seemed to think I was saying it was her fault that I had failed and this opened a whole new topic of discussion and she almost started going on on of those rants that connects all of my character flaws when I said sharply to her, because I'd had enough, "I'm not saying it's your fault, I'm fully aware of my own actions and I don't blame you for all the things you think I blame you for. I don't have to.  You blame yourself for all those things. Now please shut up. Whatever you're about to say to me, I'm not in the mood to hear it and I'll only resent you for it later."
"You're never in the mood to hear it."
"Well, right now I'm really not in the mood to hear it and Mom, you should recognize, from your fifty years of experience, that sometimes you have to respect that."
We didn't really talk for the next 15 minutes but then started a conversation about something else before spotting Caitie Horan, a girl to be avoided.  We got out of there only to run into her mother, who my mother avoids at all costs, and who had apparently recently become blond.  We acknowledged each other hurriedly and maybe somewhat coldly, and walked faster.