Well, bang goes my day!
Dads just gone, and is coming back later. I'm dreadfully wound up.
1. He is coming back later. I just want to be left alone!
2. He asked if I could pick mum up to take Hugo to his class on Thursday. Now. When they started these classes, I pointed out that I work Thursdays, so chances are, I wouldn't be able to go. This was fine. They asked if I could go this week, and I said I might be able to, I would have to check. So dad asks if I can get mum, and I said no, I was working. His reply - you said you might be going. At what point does 'might' mean 'yes'. So now I've had to cancel my shift, which means I lose out on money, in order to take Hugo to the class. I don't like the fact they were fine with it, but each week have asked me to go. Some weeks I've had to go, otherwise Hugo wouldn't be able to. Like this week. If I didn't take the time off, then Hugo wouldn't be able to go.
3. I've mucked up my rota for today, so I was going to be doing 7am-11pm. I cried. Thankfully, the boss is giving me a couple of hours off in the middle, but I'm so wound up over dad, I'm just angry! So in my break I'm gonna have some lunch whilst dad isn't watching me, walk the dog, get a few odds and ends from the town, then I'm working upstairs whilst he is here. It might seem childish, but its either that, or I get really grumpy. That's how stupidly wound up I am. I'll leave the biscuits out.....
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Dad and I had a falling out on Friday. We were trying to change the oil in the car, but Dave and myself mucked it up, we forgot to take the nut off the sump. So that gave dad bonus points, and something to laugh at us for. So I was trying to get the car up the ramps. It ain't that easy. I got them up, but went too close to the edge, so attempted to back off. Of course, as soon as you release the brake, the car naturally rolls forward a wee bit. This caused me to come off the ramps, and get them stuck under the car. Dad was shouting at me (bearing in mind, he was apparently "having nothing to do with it", but chose this time to water the garden RIGHT where we were), saying I should have gone in reverse - I pointed out to him that I bloody well did, and tried to carry on. I then got up the ramps again, but didn't go far enough forward. At this point I was reluctant to get in the car as I clearly am *totally* incapable of driving a car, so told dad to do it, as I was obviously *totally* useless. At which point he said I was useless, as I have no control of the gears or clutch. I got SO wound up that I had to go inside and cry. Mum pointed out to me that dad is one of the most 'superior' people she knows, and he always has to be right, and takes great delight in putting down others he considers to be below him. I eventually calmed down and went out, but its my major bug - people criticizing my driving. I've been driving for nearly 6 years. No crashes, no convictions, nothing. However, everyone who chooses to criticize me has had at least one crash, which was their fault. Granted, I criticize other peoples driving, but not to them. Personally, I think dad is an awful driver, very impatient and doesn't change down the gears, just lets the car struggle.
Rant over. Good job Fathers day has been and gone!
