Random Emotions

So, I'm working for my mom from my NoManch home this morning, planning on heading up to her school to do some secretarial type work this afternoon. Copying papers for ISTEP prep and downtime stuff. The usual. My job for her this morning is to download all the pictures from her phone to the computer, and then upload them all to her newly-created (by me) Flickr account. I didn't see the laptop so I was going to head downstairs, but at the last minute I found it next to the chair and a half upstairs in the living room. This is a nice spot to sit  and do some computer work. Plus it meant I didn't have to carry my toast, banana, and juice downstairs.

The drawback was that my dad was doing a conference-type call in the same room. He'd already asked me to stop the washing machine so there wouldn't be any noise. I knew that that meant I'd have to be near silent. I even tried to chew my sourdough toast as quietly as possible, which seemed difficult as it was particularly toasty toast. So I worked along, church mouse-like in my quietness when suddenly, it happened.

I sneezed.

I buried my mouth and nose in the crook of my elbow to muffle the sound as much as possible. I thought I did a pretty good job. I went on with my work. What seemed like a good while later, my dad turned to me and pantomimed what would have translated into "Don't cough! Don't make sounds!" and for some reason this really hurt my feelings.

I was like "What do you think I've been doing this whole time? Singing showtunes?" I understand that the nature of my dad's work can sometimes be very sensitive, but I've grown up with that. I know that there are sometimes things we talk about at home that don't go any further than the room we're in. I can tell when a conversation is meant to be kept confidential. It's not as though I am going to go out and tell all my friends about my dad's conference call. Well, at least not the content.

Anyway, afterwards I was all like crying and like, upset that he felt like he had to ask me to be quiet. I know! What the heck do you think I was doing?  And he said that if he'd thought about it, he would have asked me to work in a different room. I totally get that, but I just thought that he would understand that I understand what conversations I should actively not pay attention to. It just felt like he was saying he didn't trust me all of a sudden.

Anyway, telling him how I felt at the time and typing this out have helped me get over it. Thank you for listening, internet.