Living with the 'rents

Last night was a fun night, I went climbing, came home with some friends to watch a movie, and then walked MG (MG = My Girlfriend = ___) home...
so I got home this morning and all hell had broken loose because apparently I'm having too much fun in my life for my mom to understand. And I forgot to put 7 or 8 bowls and plates into the dishwasher before I left. And apparently I don't go shopping enough. And/or participate in anything at home.

The only true part is the 7 or 8 dishes. I help enough at home I think. I think my parents (read Mom mostly) feel mad that I am enjoying my life for some reason...that I have lots of friends to go and do things with...and that I have somewhere else to sleep rather than staying at home. It's always whenever I get back from MG's place Saturday morning that she gets upset. I often then leave pretty quickly to go and lead my spinning class, which I'm sure doesn't help much.

But...I guess I just have to live with it and work a bit harder...since i'd rather spend my money on fun and bikes than on rent!