Fridays are for Fighting

My mum and dad fight a lot:

1. I've mentioned this before. My mum and I came home from Melbourne. My dad and brother wanted us to buy Krispy Kremes for them. Because we were taking Tiger Airways, the budget airport we were at is not in the central one which contains the Krispy Kreme shop. We came back donutless. They didn't speak for three days.

2. My mum sneezes. My dad asks her why she has to sneeze so loud. She says everybody has a right to sneeze. Angry silence ensues.

3. Mum is making food to take to family friend's house for dinner. Mum wants to put carrots in. Dad says to put two in. Mum wants to put one in. Angry carrot cutting.

4. This one happens all the fucking time. It's nighttime. Dad wants to open all the windows to "air the house." Mum says the windows have been open all day, it'll be cold and everyone wants to go to sleep already. Dad says it's stuffy inside and opens all the windows. Stomping off to bed in a huff, me sighing on the couch, wondering if I will ever be like this with my future partner.

5. Dad is a hoarder (a bit like me). Buys 10 cans of chickpeas. Buys five tins of sardines. Buys 10 boxes of Weet-Bix after my brother and I go through a two week phase of eating them for breakfast everyday. Now, we have 10 boxes of them in the backroom. He comes back with six cans of baby corn (which we rarely use), mum asks him why, for the love of God, why. He has no comment but is angry anyway.

6. This one happened just this morning. They are in the kitchen. He pours milk into his coffee, she asks him to hand it over. I wasn't there to see but I heard the following: the milk drops (luckily closed). Dad tells her off, she says that he was the one who did it, why is he telling her off? Fridge door bangs shut.

J