What day is it?

Tuesday, and each morning, i wake up obsessing about my "mother". This woman who supposedly was going to be so great.
I came here under the cooing of her soft voice and promises of fun and family. What i have found is a false woman with an inability to communicate and with such damage that she cannot feel. She can lash out and talk behind backs, though. This i know. She no longer seems to like me, she ignores me, and talks about me to the people in her store until i walk up - then they all look at me, pretending they were talking about something else.
She has aparently wanted me to sand and paint my deck since i was born, because i have been put on some shit list for not having it done already. Her grand opening is this Saturday, and it needs to be done, problem is- its supposed to rain all week. So, no matter what i do,it will be wrong. I have aready removed the old paint, now i will begin painting the new on today. And, it will rain later, and i will be ridiculed more later.
No matter what i try to say to her, she ignores me. She isin battle with the guy she lets live in the place that was supposed to be the herbal/junk shop because she treats him so poorly - he is supposed to work for her in exchange for rent, but she made him into a basic slave. Which, is what she is going to try to do with me, unlessi get a job and pay some rent. I understand this, not that she has said it- but i can see it. I guess she has to speak to me first, though.
I think she is also mad because Granny comes back to eat dinner with us, and she can't. So, i just need to bluntly bring these things up? I really cant- she doesnt have time to listen, and I dont have the free time to stand there and coddle her.. i have a 3 year old.
Well, this fucking sucks, had i known it i would not have come here.
but, i brought us here, and i need to make the best of it all. Fucking Bitch that shes being.