This is stupid.
So I go out with my computer and sit in the family room, like a good daughter. As soon as I sit down, they turn on football. I hate sports and it's distracting to everything I wanted to work on.
I left the family room. Partly because the tv was on REALLY FUCKING LOUD.
Then I get called in to make enchilada casserole, which I had been semi-waiting for. Before I start, my dad offers to take care of grating the cheese. But then he and my mom get wrapped up in putting tomatoes in a box to stick in the fridge, and while they're out in the garage I finish all I can without having the cheese ready and start to set up the food processor for grating, for efficiency's sake.
My dad comes back into the house and is instantly like, NO I SAID I WOULD DO IT. Because, he informed me, he'd already washed the food processor once and didn't want to wash it a second time before using it himself later tonight (and then needing to wash it yet again), and if I had done them the courtesy of staying in here with the with the football in my ear I would have already known that.
But I wasn't, so if I'd been granted the courtesy and privilege of being told things like an adult I could have (a) offered to use, wash, and dry the food processor myself or (b) understood that I actually needed to cool my heels and wait. If it's phrased as an offhand offer, though, how am I supposed to know that it's actually a Thou Shalt Not?
Then followed my fruitless attempt to explain that he can just tell me why next time, in which I didn't quite get to the "I could wash it when I'm done with it" part before I got cut off with the snappy football in my ear comment. I just. What am I supposed to do? WE DON'T TALK ABOUT SHIT IN MY FAMILY.
I left the family room. Partly because the tv was on REALLY FUCKING LOUD.
Then I get called in to make enchilada casserole, which I had been semi-waiting for. Before I start, my dad offers to take care of grating the cheese. But then he and my mom get wrapped up in putting tomatoes in a box to stick in the fridge, and while they're out in the garage I finish all I can without having the cheese ready and start to set up the food processor for grating, for efficiency's sake.
My dad comes back into the house and is instantly like, NO I SAID I WOULD DO IT. Because, he informed me, he'd already washed the food processor once and didn't want to wash it a second time before using it himself later tonight (and then needing to wash it yet again), and if I had done them the courtesy of staying in here with the with the football in my ear I would have already known that.
But I wasn't, so if I'd been granted the courtesy and privilege of being told things like an adult I could have (a) offered to use, wash, and dry the food processor myself or (b) understood that I actually needed to cool my heels and wait. If it's phrased as an offhand offer, though, how am I supposed to know that it's actually a Thou Shalt Not?
Then followed my fruitless attempt to explain that he can just tell me why next time, in which I didn't quite get to the "I could wash it when I'm done with it" part before I got cut off with the snappy football in my ear comment. I just. What am I supposed to do? WE DON'T TALK ABOUT SHIT IN MY FAMILY.