"Quality Time"

Yesterday, all of my family members that live in my house were actually home to eat dinner together. Should have been a good time with everyone sitting around the table enjoying a nice meal. Wrong! It all started with Dad told my brother Andrew that he should start riding the bus to school since football season is over and he doesn't need to use the truck to drive home. He starting flipping out, especially when Mom agreed. I stupidly pointed out that I had to ride the bus when I didn't have my own car unless I had to work after school. Now, Andrew has his own truck, that mom and dad bought for him. They also pay for his gas. This means it is their decision when he can and can not use the truck. He threated to drop out of school and mom reminded him that the girl he likes won't want to date a high school drop-out. He threw a rag at her and slammed the basement door into the wall, then stormed out of the house. Dad said nothing. Yes, it was only a rag that he threw at her, but had there been something heavier nearby, I have no doubts he would have thrown that instead. Then, Dad jumped on my case about butting into other's conversations. That always turns into a lovely screaming match. When he finally all sat down at the table, Andrew had at least called down slightly. Until everyone started eating. Then I heard, "The potatoes aren't lumpy! The potatoes are too lumpy! This steak is still pink. I think it's still alive." There are the same things I hear everytime I cook. I take the time to prepare a nice meal for my entire family, and everyone has a complaint. Mom never complains though, because she's happy she doesn't have to make it. The screaming continued until dad finally blamed everything on me, and I decided it was time to leave for class. I sure love spending time with my family. Not.