So, I was having a really good day prior to some relatively dumb things that happened once my dad got home from work.

First of all, I've been told from the get-go that they would both be working late, later than usual, on their days off, and all that jazz. I've basically been told that during spring break and after I graduate, only my dad could get time off, so any potential plans I had have been shot.

I find all of this out on Tuesday night when I got home. But it's no big deal, because I might have an exam over spring break or something and my program requires us to take a class AFTER we've already graduated, but they won't provide any information about it so you could plan around it.

So, today I decided to wake up at 10, because I deserve to sleep in, because 10am is sleeping in.

Obviously, I'm hungry when I wake up, so because I didn't want to make anything, I had a little bag of chips.

After awhile, I realized that I was still hungry, because, obviously, a snack bag of chips isn't going to satiate me.

I heated up a McChicken that mom brought home for me yesterday. I ate that.

Around 2:30, I was hungry again, so I had a salad that mom made for me.

Around 3, my mom texts me asking if I want dad to bring home Chinese food. I told her yes and that I already ate, so I'll be saving a lot of it for tomorrow.

Dad gets home around 3:45 and within 10 minutes of him being home, he asks me when we are decorating the tree, which by the way, is a new tree, because dad threw our other one away and replaced it with a tree that I'm taller than. So, I said, "why not on Sunday, so mom can decorate it too?" To which, he responds by telling me that he's working on Sundays, so that's not an option. So, I say, "well... I guess I'll just decorate the tree alone then," because when dad gets home he wants to watch Netflix/TV and when mom gets home she wants to relax and watch TV.

Dad says, "well, let me get you the decorations then." He goes into the garage and is out there for a long time. I ask him what's  taking so long and he says, "I can't find them. I think I threw them away."

Cue segway.

This wouldn't be the first time he's thrown them away. We used to have a lot of home-made decorations that me and my brother made when we were little. We used to have our hand-prints as ornaments and art we drew/painted in school. But, because he keeps the decorations in a trash-bag AND in the garage, they were thrown away about 5 years ago.

Back to the discussion.

"You threw them away, again? You'd think after the first time you wouldn't put them in a trash-bag..." At this point, I'm already upset, because how dumb do you have to be to repeat that mistake again.

He searches my brother's room and then demands to search in my room, which would never be used for storage, because it's as messy as when I left for college. Doesn't matter. Goes into my room and starts digging through my stuff while I'm standing at the door saying, "those are mom's Christmas presents. I put them there yesterday..." and he questions if they are, so he decides to LOOK just to make sure.

Good thing I haven't bought him anything, because he would have seen them.

So, he's just like, "welp, I'm sorry. I'm gonna get a shower and we can watch Netflix."

So we sit down to watch Vampire Diaries and Netflix won't work. He starts freaking out but he won't actually read what the error was for Netflix or process that maybe Netflix streaming doesn't work 100% of the time.

So I say, "let's just watch something on TV". He suggests watching a Christmas movie and I say no, because frankly I'm not in the mood to watch anything. He says, "okay. Put what we want on." I put Fairly Odd Parents on, because Spongebob comes on afterwards.

I end up changing it to Suite Life of Zack and Cody, because I was looking through the guide. He sees the episode and says, "I think I remember watching this." I change the channel back to Fairly Odd Parents and a Christmas commercial comes on with kids playing with their toys around the tree with their parents there. I leave to go to the bathroom, because I started tearing up.

As I'm in the bathroom for all of 2 minutes, dad changes the channel to a Christmas movie. I walk back out and pack up my Chinese food, because not only am I not hungry, I'm just not in the mood. Don't tell me to put what I want on if you're just going to change it yourself.

So, he changes the channel back. He looks at me and says, "are you crying" and I say "no." He's talking during the show and I just "hm" every now and then.

He gets up to throw away the trash and gets another drink, when he opens the fridge he sees my Chinese food. He says, "you didn't finish your Chinese food. Are you THAT disappointed?" I say, "no. I've already ate. I told mom."

So, he says, "well, why did you do that?" and I said, "because I've been up since 10??? am I supposed to just starve while I wait for you to get home???" and he says, "you could have just had a snack or something rather than a meal..."

I don't say anything.

He goes to look for the ornaments in my brother's room again and ends up remembering they were in a bin in that room. He brings the bin and puts it next to the tree.

Spongebob's on at this point and I'm not happy, but I'm not AS upset.

Dad asks if I want to try watching Netflix again. I say no. As if watching Spongebob was not the way he wanted to spend his family time with me.

Another episode of Spongebob comes on and in an effort to make conversation, I say, "this is one of the best episodes" because it was the F.U.N. episode and it's one of my favorites *shocker*

Before F.U.N. even starts, dad says, "I'm gonna take a nap." and I say, "okay."

After the episode is over, I turn the TV off and go on the computer. He says, "you didn't have to turn the TV off." and I say, "well, there's no point in it being on if I'm on the computer and you're taking a nap."

And mom gets home at like 6 or so, my mood is no better than it was.

Dad tries to go on Netflix and picks a random show in the instant queue, which happens to be HIMYM, which I've been watching in order since I've only ever watched random episodes. He starts playing an episode and then goes to try to find another HIMYM episode to watch. I say, "can you not? I'm watching that." he continues. "I'm watching that." Mom has to repeat that I'm watching the show and he gets all snippy.

So, when he goes to bed, he stops at the computer and says, "well, I hope you're in a better mood tomorrow." Nice. So he says, "are you upset because of some bullshit online or something?" I say no.

When he leaves the room, mom starts asking what's wrong and what's bothering me.

And I'm just really done. My lacrimal glands are certainly working to their best capacity.

I just don't like the connotations that I shouldn't eat when I'm by myself, which was already a problem I used to have.

In between the thought that the replacement decorations could be thrown away again, the food issue, the fact what I wanted to watch wasn't good enough after I was already told I could watch whatever I wanted, the HIMYM... I'm just not in a good mood. At all. :/