Dysfunction Junction what's your Function

So I have relatives here from wherever they're from, I believe I mentioned that...so another came yesterday that I'm not overly fond of. She's not really a relative it's the "by marriage" kind of thing. So this is the dysfunctional scenario for today: I had made plans with one of my relative to come over and fix a few things for me...long standing plans..I was to pick him up after work before I pick my sister up and run around like a loon. So I adjust..I roll...I get all my shit done during my break at lunch, run home like a fiend, put all the groceries away, take out the trash, get Tess ready and we're out the door. I call the mother...she tells me she has other plans for the guy that was supposed to come over...I tell her she's gotta be kidding..she says we'll talk when I get there..I pull over and start yelling that if that was the case what the fuck was I going over there for..I hear the guys wife says she'll take her...the same chick I don't like. Fine..I appreciate it. I call the guy, who is two blocks down from my mom's visiting a relative and tell him I'll pick him up. I get there his wife who volunteered to take the mother is there drinking a bacardi shot. Now,... absorb all of this shit. She must have fucking run over there as I was literally 5 minutes from there...and downed the shot quick as shit..why you ask? Because, I live in dysfunction fucking junction. Guess who can't drive with a shot in her? Nobody fucking can..Needless to say, I'm home exhausted having run all over the place for fucking nothing..Thank you..thank you very much. And yes, those flames are coming out of my ears. I wanted to smoke but I ate instead. I still want to smoke. Big surprise.