[Sundae]

We're all irritable in my house at the moment.
I'm waiting on a prescription renewal, so I have a reason. They're dealing with me being home for the holidays (or rather not dealing with it).

We've had a number of clashes over lunch. Ridiculous.
On Friday, Dad was supposed to call me from the supermarket to make sure he picked up what I wanted, not his own guesswork. This is a regular issue he has with Mum and he was going there after all - I wasn't forcing him. He forgot his phone. Comes back completely unapologetic. Fine. He then says he's going into town later anyway, so I assume this means I'll get a lift. 20 minutes later he leaves the house, no word, no notice. Oh. Okay. Fine. It's 12.00 and I have no lunch.

12.20 he gets back and says he will run me into town. But first he has to have lunch. What he means is he will put his own lunch in the oven to cook for 40 minutes before sitting down to eat it, then wash up and tidy away. I asked him would he please let me know as soon as he was free, I'd be ready to leave as soon as he was. I go downstairs to find him watching the Olympics.

All silly and petty, but bearing in mind if he'd taken his phone none of this would have mattered. Also had I known he was going to run around town all morning, I'd have got on the bloody bus and gone into town first thing myself. It wasn't me being lazy, it was just trying to fit in with other people's plans. I ended up eating at 14.00 and was very grumpy about it (and it was horrid too).

Similar thing happened yesterday. I was ready to eat by 12.30, but I didn't want to do so in the crash, bang, wallop that is the 'rents preparing for lunch. So I hung on. And hung on. 13.30 they decide to start making lunch. Sigh. So I asked Mum to let me know as soon as the kitchen was free because I was starving. 14.45 I can still hear her racketing about in there, so I went down intending to get a bowl of cereal, anything. She's preparing dinner. "Oh I forgot." As she has taken up the table and the side I ate a sandwich standing up. Not quite the careful deli-selection with bread I had planned.

So today I stole a march on them. Dad had been fannying about in the shed (where the freezer is) since 11.30. No way was I going to let the same as yeaterday happen. I asked politely if I could get into the freezer. He swept everything off the top in a huge dramatic gesture. Stupid old fucker. Hope he broke something important. "Lovely!" I said, and scrambled what I wanted out of the freezer, tipping half the opened stuff out of their boxes and packets as I did so (very VERY childish especially as I accuse him of doing it - I always find half my frozen fruit mingled with peas and prawns at the bottom of the freezer because he just doesn't take things out with care).

Anyway, cooked and ate lunch by 12.15. It was horrid (probably got the cooking time/ temp wrong, didn't dare go back to check) which serves me right.

Mum's back home now. Dad is back to being Mr Jolly. Not Mr Toys Out of the Pram.
I still feel like bursting into tears though.