life. ::sigh::
my dad is a jack@$$...but I inherited some of those traits as well. So here is how it went: My dad gets home from work. I get out of the shower and hear things banging on the kitchen floor followed by yelling, which was something like "...Home from work.(unintelligible yelling)...I'm paying for this house..(explicatives)..damn mess...::BANG!:: Crash!!::: here...do anything around here?... sit on your....what do you do all day?". So I creep out of the bathroom and peak my head into the kitchen where everything that was on the counters was now being shoved into the garbage can...mail, movies, food, dishes, hats, cellphone. So I saunter into the kitchen and mumble "so glad you're home, I guess you had a good day at work!" and then I wash the remaining dishes that I had dirtied earlier. So then he moves to the laundry room and empties baskets of socks, underwear, towels, etc.. onto the dining room floor. He takes our clothes out of the washer, sits them on the floor and proceeds to put his clothes only into the washer. So then he moves to the bedroom to yell at my mom and turn the light on and tell her that he doesnt give a beep if she has to get up early for work. So I swiftly pick all of his socks, boxers, and t-shirts from the pile in the living room and dumb them over the pile of his workshoes in the garage... i really wanted to throw them on the porch or in the snow, but I understand the boundaries of this game. I did this last time he flew off the handle and poured paint all over the basement floor. I took a ladle and kindly scooped some paint into the inside of his shoes so he would have a friendly reminder that his actions do cause nasty reactions. My mom is not the type to retaliate...hence why I have to be the one to oh-so-not-subtly remind my dad that he is being a psycho. Although for some reason, I enjoy carrying through my sneaky little revenge tactics...especially if its really clever. Sick game, I know. But I'm pretty sure that my dad is not right in the head after working in a printing company for so many years with people that he hates and being threatened to be let go every year around holidays...not even taking into consideration that he works with chemicals and dangerous deafening machinery all day. So I understand why he is the way he is. Doing a job that you dont like but makes good money wouldnt really make me a happy person after many years. But oh well. Tomorrow we'll all help put the house back together, then over the next few days we'll wonder where certain items went...then assume that they were thrown away in the midst of Hissy Fit of 1/18/05 and buy new things or just do without them. Its a pretty familiar cycle.
My family is dysfunctional....obviously.
My family is dysfunctional....obviously.