Still not talking

Yesterday I stayed at my mom's house until 10pm. Sam took a shower there and put on a pair of pajamas she keeps there for him. It was nice to talk to her and just hang out. When I got home Sam went right to bed and I said a few words to Jake before I ironed Sam and my clothes for today and took a shower. By the time I was done all that, Jake went upstairs to iron his things and I went downstairs to finish watching Meet the Browns. The show is so funny, and laughter is like a medicine. I stayed down there until The House of Payne went off at 11:30pm and went to bed. Jake was already snoring. I tried to avoid conversation at any point which was impossible so of course he found some way to irk me. I am probably affected by every slow thing he says but whatever. It doesn't seem to be getting better.