It's amazing the amount of ire you can develop in the span of say 24-36 hours. It happens often to me when I get my routine disrupted. Perhaps this is a sign of some sort of behavioral disability or something that was never diagnosed, but screw it. I hate when people mess up my shit.
You aren't helpful just because you took the dishes out of the dishdrain and lined them up on the counter (conceivably cause you didn't know where they reside). In fact, you made double the work for me. Taking my kid to the park is great, but not when it has to be on YOUR schedule. Grrrr.
Call me crazy, I"m sure you already have, but I need routines. And woe be to you if you eff with them. Bitches.
About Me
- Toni A Smith
- Being a stay at home Mom and freelance writer is not as hard as you might imagine. I spend time with my kids, my laundry and my keyboard and still find the time for baking, reading, singing, dancing and all around chicanery.
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