Got woken up today with a loud thud on my door. My immidiate response upon being awoken in the midst of sleep, was "What!", which was answered without delay with a "Get out of your room". The nightmare had just started it seemed.
After stepping outa my room, with my dad glaring at me, I was like why are u waking me up 2 hrs before class? And his amazing response was"I used to be up at 6 30 everyday in college, I dont see why you shouldnt" *sigh*
After argueing with him, and telling him he has no right to run my life, he starts breaking down, and crying and calling me "bastard son" about 4 times in 1 minute. I do what any bastard son woulda done at that time. I laughed my ass off at my dad. In retrospect that was probably a bad thing to do, but i couldnt believe how fragile my dad, the leader of my family, the alpha dog could be. So i take a shower, come out calm him down, tell him im sorry i've been acting so cold, that it wasnt fair on him to drop by unexpected and then want me to do stuff for him/with him.
So he's like all calmed down, watching news, and i step outa the door to go to class, and he starts wailing again! I'm like wtf, and he's like u didnt even make me breakfast, or didnt even tell me what to do for lunch. I start pondering, did he really expect me to be like my mom and hand him everything on a silver platter? Or maybe he thought this was 1 week of luxury at the Hilton with bed and breakfast. I suppose so.
I swear, I'm gonna deserve like 15 beers on sat night when my dad leaves.