this is what i woke up to, on the counter:
Sarah - I left for vacation with the kitchen cleaned up. All I asked was for you to Keep it that way & to unload the washer.
And I can't get near the computer - please clean that area up. You know i'll do the kitchen. as always.
Holy Passive Aggressive, Batman!
so then when my dad came in, and said something about me trying to do something in the kitchen before work, of course i cut him off - "I KNOW, dad". and then i felt bad, and tried to explain, but i think i made it worse, cause it hurt me too much to say without showing that hurt, "i went to bed last night thinking, 'wow, this is great, they got back from vacation and no one had anything to yell at me about', and then i wake up to this..." and i almost cried. and then i said i was sorry too many times, and he understood, but didn't have anything he could say, so he just left. now everyone feels shitty, and i feel like it's my fault.
on the upside, it seems like the sloppier i get - read glass post below - the more i'm adored. a girl could get used to this.. scratch that. i don't think anyone could ever get used to this feeling. in a very very very nice way.