Go to your [the living] room!

Last night I tried to help my MIL with the dishes. The previous three nights she did them all by herself and I thought that maybe if I were to help we could talk a little .... well, I got glared down. She was mad. Sent me to the living room because it was much more important to her that I visit with my BIL and his fiance. Well, I tried. And I kinda hate doing dishes.