Okay, well let's see.
First I had to MANUALLY thread the bobbin into the sewing machine. That required me to crane my neck at an awkward angle and get on the floor to look at the sewing machine from the correct angle.
While I was doing that, my dad had the nerve to blame me for the upstairs looking the way it does. Umm, excuse me. The only thing in the hallway that is my fault is my gym bag from inside my truck. Everything else is ****ing Christmas decorations that never got completely put away. That was not my fault at all. Actually, I'm pretty sure HE was the one who did that.
Well, once I finally got the gd bobbin threaded, I tried sewing a hem on a random piece of fabric. The freaking thread got wrapped around the plate and everything got stuck. I tried cutting everything out, but it wouldn't come off. So, now there's a chunk of suede fabric sewn into the sewing machine. Every single time I go to use the sewing machine, it's ****ing broken. I told my mom we need a new sewing machine. (She uses it as well.) She said that I was going to have to earn it. Okay. Don't ***** about not being able to sew your damn curtains because the freaking sewing machine is broken!
After rage quitting with the sewing machine, I sat down and realized that my already way too tight neck and shoulder muscles had tightened up even more. Great. Because you know, I'm not already in a lot of pain everyday or anything.
When my mom was getting ready to leave, her and my dad started complaining about how the kitchen is a mess and how I apparently never do anything even though I'm the one that always gets stuck cleaning up their messes. Well, my dad said it was ridiculous and told me something else (I can't remember right now.). He kept going on and on about it and it was getting annoying. He always dwells on every negative thing that I do or don't do. Well, that got my mom to start dwelling on it and adding on to the pressure. When I asked them to stop dwelling on it, even though they had already noticed that I was getting upset, my dad snapped at me. He said something along the lines of "I'll show you dwelling." and something else that I can't really remember. Well, I walked out of the room and cried. And they wonder why I can't wait to move out of the house.
So, I haven't spoke to my dad since that. I've been in kind of a bad mood all day. My neck and shoulders hurt like hell.
((Sorry about the rant and swearing.))