Thursday, December 12, 2013

Single momity

Sometimes it's the trivial details that make me angry. The day in day out single handedness of it all. Not doing the dishes while someone else takes out the trash. Not going to swim lessons while someone else does a load of laundry. Not reading bedtime stories while someone else brushes teeth. Not going and getting milk at the store while someone else outs a load of laundry in. And on and on and on. Just makes me want to say, "you fucking self centered bastard." Of course he's doing it all single handed now too, and it wasn't like he was such a super great help, but he was better than no help and I'm mad in principle anyhow. Logic doesn't matter.

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