Bickering with the 'pops'

SUNDAY started at the wrong foot in so many ways.

Washing machine spoils, unsure who is the culprit. Needing to call the service guy.

Found out that my Starbucks tumbler from Japan not-in-sight. Asked dad, he has kept it elsewhere thinking it was a junk. This is where it starting to get UGLY.

Asked him the first time, he was not happy. I just asked him casually whether he accidentally sold off to Recycle center. First answer "NO!". And from the sound of it, he's fuming!! I thought I was suppose to be angry!! I lost my bloody tumbler!!!

And then, mom started with her drama. Dad tried to act smart "coz he has been reading Newspaper about Dementia" and starting to diagnose that mom has Dementia. So, I 'sarcastically' said, "that is why we are bringing her to the hospital to confirms that". He was not happy at all!! Apparently because I scolded mom coz she is making a 'hoo haa' out of it. My sister, Jo tried to cool down the situation. She asked me and Nicky to pack stuff and go to her house to keep a distance for the day. I complied. Before leaving, Jo told dad that we are having dinner that night. he strongly refused and when Jo asked again, she was brushed off rudely by dad. "STOP ASKING ALREADY". Clearly, he was not impressed that I was being sarcastic earlier. Well, he was trying to act SMART. If he was already, we wouldn't be stuck in a house that is not HIS!!

I was in DARK MOOD the whole day. I was clearly being blamed for what has happened on Sunday. I was sarcastic all the way...as dark as the night! Maybe partly my fault. My son was not able to enjoy his Sunday meal for his belated birthday. Though I blamed dad as well as mom!!!

We are still not talking. And I don't intend to apologize since dad these days are treating the maid 100 times better that to his daughters. Boo to DAD!!!