Another quiet sunday?

I thought that today will be a quiet day for me.
Playing ball in the morning, clearing up some stuff in the afternoon, taking a nap, dinner, etc etc...

But guess what?

I can seldom spend an evening at home without having a shouting match with my parents.

Yes.
It is that bad. 
The only time when I can have some peaceful evening time at home is when:

1. they are both out
2. mum is out
3. dad is out
4. i'm knocked out.

No wonder I FUCKING hate to stay at home.