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Mar. 12th, 2019 01:12 pmPoor S’s cold has migrated to a dry hacky cough and an earache. He’s fussy and miserable, and last night, R was just...not getting it, when S wanted ME to stay on the foldout couch with him, and why R persists in trying to dominate over a sick kid, like, dude...
To make it all worse, the fold out part detached a bit from the couch and I’m trying to fix it, tripping over his fucking boots, and empty soda bottles and he’s all “Why so mad?’
Because, DUDE, i’ve been the fixer all day and I’d like a bit of support here and your SHIT is everywhere. Socks and boots and empty bottles EVERYWHERE you park your fucking ass. I just clean. All the time.
So yeah I’m fucking mad, because you sit up and leisurely stretch and yawn and come round, when I’m on alert in a second, don’t like, move with any fucking purpose.
To make it all worse, the fold out part detached a bit from the couch and I’m trying to fix it, tripping over his fucking boots, and empty soda bottles and he’s all “Why so mad?’
Because, DUDE, i’ve been the fixer all day and I’d like a bit of support here and your SHIT is everywhere. Socks and boots and empty bottles EVERYWHERE you park your fucking ass. I just clean. All the time.
So yeah I’m fucking mad, because you sit up and leisurely stretch and yawn and come round, when I’m on alert in a second, don’t like, move with any fucking purpose.
