Ight I'm annoyed its nine in the morning EST and my dad is CONVINCED the heated dry in the dishwasher melted a single wheel (the wheels which make the racks slide in and out), even though they have a history of commonly falling off when you open it, since my dad believes cheaper is better...
I normally don't talk a lot about my personal life on here but he's throwing a Steven Crowder Ring Doorbell level tantrum and then hes sees the bathroom where I do neglect to take out the trash because depressive moods are a wonder, and hes starts screaming at me too calling me every words for disgusting in the book and hitting and slamming and whatever.
NO LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES LATER, he's begging me to tell him where the broom is because h e needs to clean something assuming it's in my room? ANd now he won't quit asking every few minutes or so...
*exhales in domestic disappointment*