hating home right now
my mom’s sick and i have been “invisibly” delegated to work on cooking our daily meals. invisible since there’s no one else who will own the task. my dad can cook, but not really quite an expert. in fact, i hated that when i woke up today, at 11:30 am, my dad hasn’t prepared any food yet. then my mom was nagging us on what’s taking so long for the food to cook. i even snapped and had to scold my dad asking him what he was thinking? i asked him why he had to wait for me to wake up to prepare the food on the table. the least he could have done was wake me up early or he could have worked his way around preparing food for lunch. so you now know what i mean about me being the ‘invisible” delegated person to man the kitchen?
well, i kinda enjoyed preparing the meals. but when the people who i serve the meals to would complain about how they don’t like the food, being the sinigang too sour for their taste, or not eating the food i prepared at all, that’s something that would get on my nerves. if they don’t like the food being prepared in the table, then they should not make me cook those food. or they should cook it themselves! the other day, i cooked pakbet and grilled milk fish. my mom didn’t eat any. it kinda hurts my feelings having to exert too much effort cooking considering that i am trying to juggle my work sked with that of cooking meals on the table and what i get is a snob from them. i so hate it. i know my mom is sick and all but i hope she’d be more sensitive to my feeelings too rather than complain all the time. i really hate it.
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