The Return of Psycho-Mom

Hello Everyone:

Psycho-mom is the house.  It's a week before Passover or as I refer to it, the holiday that shall not be named, and mom is full psycho-mode.  This happens twice a year: on Passover and the High Holidays. The origins of psycho-mom is poor time management on her part, which leads to panic and paralysis. Yesterday, the cleaning crew was over and did their usual spectacular job.  Mom decided to forego Passover food shopping to stay home and "supervise" them.  Of course, it's my fault that she decided to hang out at home and now has to make multiple trips to the grocery store. spending way too much money on Passover-approved food.  Naturally, it's my fault that the counters aren't covered to keep all the "evil" non-Passover friendly food off of them.  In short, her procrastination that led to her state of panic and paralysis is entirely my fault.  I can't be too hard on her because I'm equally guilty of doing the same thing.  It just drives me absolutely up a tree.  No matter how much I try to find coping methods, her acting out just impinges on my serenity in a very big way.  I get angry, I start swearing and acting out, and nothing gets accomplished.  Yet I'm the one that needs a therapist?  I suggest that mom get herself to a therapist and a neurologist tout á suite.  I say neurologist because I really think she starting to show signs of cognitive issues.  That's another matter.  I can't even have a moment's rest at home without her carrying on and pointing her bony fingers at me because I don't play along with her narrative.  I don't make any demands what-so-ever, just one, "leave me alone."  If mom needs something from me she can ask not assume I can intuit her needs.  I really need to get out of that situation fast and far away.  I can't continue to live with a person so mired in their own dysfunction that they, without understanding it, make life for everyone else miserable.  Naturally, sis and BIL don't offer any sort of relief for me.  The bf?  Please, he makes more excuses for not being in the relationship than anyone I know.  I don't care, if a Seder invitation is a great opportunity to meet his family, if he can't be more serious about our relationship, then why should I?  Why should I make the effort to rent a car and drive down to South Orange County, California for something that liken to torture-a Seder.  I don't even want to go to my own family's Seder.  I really and truly cannot wait until this whole thing blows over and life returns to something that resembles normalcy.