Oh my gosh. That shit really erks me. Don't expect to be sitting in my clothes waiting for you. And then telling me to do random shit that doesn't help us leave faster. And then want to say I have an attitude. Bitch please.
I'm ready to go and my Mom has no clothes on and hasn't done anything. She has to be somewhere at 4 and wants to get all this stuff don't before them and already 1:10 you can't slow down time. Lets go. Tired of this shit. Everybody else got that jackets on and shoes and wrapped up and she still has pajamas on. And I'm tired of her always asking me to do something.
Go wash the dishes, go load the dishwasher, go shovel snow, get the clothes together, make a grocery list. I really want to say be a mom and do it yourself.
Urgh. I have to go make a grocery list.
Bye y'all.
MusicalLover
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