My dad is a ham planet with no self-control. So I'm home for Christmas and my entire family is going out to a Christmas party today, where we'll see all of our family who we haven't seen in like 1-2 years. I thought it would be nice if I baked some goodies and put them in little gift bags and hand out to all of them to my extended family tomorrow. So I baked about two dozen cupcakes, a dozen brownies, two dozen cookies, and some toffee last night. It took about four hours total, and I gave my family a sample of all the food to see if they'd like it. After they ate the sample, I asked them to not eat anymore because it was for the party. I told my dad this multiple times throughout the night because he's a large hamplanet (bordering obeast) and likes to snack on things after I tell him not to. Trusting my dad and rest of my family, I packed the baked goods away and went to bed. When I woke up this morning, I heard my dad ask my older brother if he wanted a cookie. My brother said "You're not supposed to be eating those," to which my dad replied, "It's okay! Just have a couple, they're good." I launched out of bed, saw dad eating the cookies I made, and went to check on the rest of the batch. Out of twenty-four, only four left. Two cupcakes left, and eight brownies. How the fuck do you eat that much in just one night?? Luckily the toffee had been barely touched. In the end, I was furious at my dad and exhausted because I knew I was going to have to either go to the store to buy more, or quickly bake more batches. After giving my dad a lecture on how when I tell him not to eat something that means he can't eat it, he told me I was "really mean," and "don't care" about him. Ugh. So now I'm sitting here in bed with the rest of the goods stashed on my floor so he can't get at them. Have only two hours until the party and gotta bake, pack, and prepare everything by then. This is probably first  world problems but my dad literally does this all the time and it's so aggravating.