Just when I thought that the drama with my parents was finally getting better, there’s this.
Now, my parents are off work. They spend 12 to 16 hours of their day off at the casino, every day. If they’re off work, that means that my mom can cook and take care of the house. Which means, ladies and gents, that I am off of house duty.
At least, so I thought.
My parents come in from their rigors of gaming and my mom looks in the sink. “I just knew you guys,” she said–looking directly at me– “would cook this. I guess I was wrong.”
“Cook what?” I ask.
She holds up a package of ground beef. “It was sitting here in the sink all this time. I just knew you guys (still staring right at me, even though Colonel Crazy and his wife were sitting on the couch) would cook it.”
“If you had called, I would have, ” I said. “As it was, I didn’t even know it was there.”
She goes off and then my dad comes up, eyeing the ground beef. He, at least, is pretty direct. “Why didn’t you cook the ground beef?”
“I didn’t know it was there.”
“Yeah right. It was sitting in the sink all day; how could you not know?”
“You guys are here. That means I’m off. When I’m off, I don’t worry about dinner, so that means I don’t notice when things get taken out, or what happens to them.”
“But you could’ve cooked it,” my dad says.
“If you guys had given me a call to let me know there was something waiting to be cooked, I would have,” I said. “But you didn’t, so I didn’t.”
Seriously? Just… seriously? They know that they are going to want dinner when they get home, so they should either cook it themselves or ask me to cook, especially if there’s something thawing already!
They’re here, so that means I don’t have to worry about cooking. If I get hungry I can eat something; I have my own food, and I have money if I don’t want to eat my own food.
But to just assume I’m going to cook, knowing that they’d be coming home at some point (most likely already full since they eat at the casino anyway)? To just assume–no asking. They didn’t even call me, they just assumed.
I am totally pissed off about it. I just want a bit of a break. They are home (meaning not working), so I figured no worries. Was that wrong? Why be mad at me because apparently my psychic hat is broken and I didn’t pick up that they took something out and wanted me to cook it?