My darling parental units are currently giving eachother the silent treatment. Yes, that's right. Two senior citizens are actually participating in the immature action of sitting apart and sulking. I cannot believe this. It's beyond ridiculous.

The fight doesn't even make sense. Here's the basic outline:

Mum: ::looking through a map of Seattle::

Dad and Mum: ::discuss::

Dad: Where are we staying?

Mum: ::distracted::

Dad: Where are we staying?

Mum: At the Something-I-Don't-Remember-The-Name-Of-Inn

Dad: Why didn't we get an apartment?

Mum: They were all taken.

Dad: ::goes on about something::

Mum: ::getting frustrated.:: What did you want some kind of luxury hotel?

Dad: Stop being so mean >or something like that<

Me: ::on the floor crushing ice for my vanilla iced blend coffee and trying best to ignore them.::

-A little bit later...-

Dad: ::pouts:: >He really did, I swear to god!<

Mum: What's wrong with you?

Dad: Just leave me alone you've been on me all day; ever since I got home?

Mum: WHAT? I was in a pretty damn good mood considering my stomach ache.

Dad: You're just in a bad mood... a bad mood.

Mum: ::seeths and continues to sift through map::

Dad: ::pouts::

Mum: ::grinds teeth::

Mum: ::gets up suddenly and slams down eye glasses::

Dad: What?!

Mum: I wasn't mad but then you said I was and now I am mad!! ::storms off:: >Yeah, she said that...<

Dad: ::grumbles about junk::

Mum and Dad: ::silent treatment::

I'm going out! ::grabs warn leather jacket and sunglasses and storms out of the house. This is followed by the screeching of tires as you see a red, snazzed up BMW pull out of the driveway and speed off.::

Okay... so there was no leather jacket, sunglasses, or a BMW... But there might has well have been! Seriously, it sounded like a teenage couple having a row. Jesus Christ, I don't know how much longer I can handle living with an old bickering couple. I mean- JESUS!

Yes, Mum can be really easily pissed off. But, no she was not being mean as soon as he walked through the door. She was fine up until that point when they both started up. The thing is he always says that, it's pathetic. "Stop being so mean to me!" In those precise words I've heard it too... It's sad. Outside of the house he has claimed he is "the head of the house" but when he's here he's so pathetic... "Stop yelling," "Don't be so mean," "God, you're in such a lowsy mood!" Thank you, for providing a weak, male role model ::shakes head:: It's really kind of SAD. And I'm not saying it to make fun of him- It really is sad.

Mum can be really mean sometimes, but today she wasn't doing anything. He always complains about the travelling arrangments but do you see him bothering to organize them. I don't think so. In fact, he doesn't do all that much around here at all. Sure, he brings in the bacon... But so what? If it wasn't for that he'd have little to offer. He doesn't help with the dishes, he doesn't help tidy up, he doesn't help with me, and he certainly never, EVER sits down and organizes anything. The fact is, he isn't the head of the house... He'll complain, complain, complain but he'll never do shit to make things reach his nonexistant standards. My mother raised me for the most part, not him. When I am hurt or troubled, I run to her not him... I feel guilty for this but I don't think it is entirely my fault. He was never around when I needed him and he doesn't really know what to do with me when he is around. It's sad.

When I was younger I remember him missing my birthday because he had to go out of town for business. I used to want to spend "quality time" with eachother. I remember feeling really upset about the lack of him I felt all of the time. I remember one time when we were at the groceries and I was trying to tell him. Mum had to translate but I really don't remember his response... Obviously whatever he said either way doesn't really matter because this "bonding" I desired, never really occcured. Even when we spent time together he always just bought me a toy or something...

Yeah, so I just was looking for my mum and couldn't find her ANYWHERE in the house. For the first time in years I felt that strange phobia of being left behind return... But luckily I found her in the garage trying to figure out the sprinkler system. Or not so luckily... I noticed there were wet streaks along her nose. I think she was crying. I think I've only seen her cry, for real, once before...

I really want to slap him right now. And since he jus returned from "going out" [for a walk.] I just might do that.

Fucker. Thank you for putting a damper on my lovely evening and my mums recovery from her stomach hernia thing. ::shakes fist:: Why can't you just LET IT ALONE for a minute, eh? It wouldn't have killed you to have just let it go. You have no excuse for being critical unless you're actually going to get off your soggy arse and help fix these things that are always annoying you so much.

Yeah, the world sucks right now.