I’m trying this new thing. I’m being a bitch. I mean, I’m following behind people and just nagging the hell out of them to pick up the crap that they left sitting on the table/floor/bathroom counter/kitchen counter.
It’s a crap shoot, but it just might work.
I remember being at my grandma’s house and you KNEW not to leave the bathroom light on. You KNEW that if you took a piece of paper to draw on, you used BOTH sides. These are things you knew because grandma was up your ass telling you to wipe off the counter if you make a mess.
I see my kids at other people’s homes. They DO NOT spit their gum out and if it doesn’t make in the trash, they don’t turn around and walk away! If they spill half the juice on the kitchen table, they DO NOT leave it to dry. THEY CLEAN IT UP!
Why can’t they do this crap at home.
Because up until now, I haven’t been a bitch on a minute by minute basis. I let it build up until I turn into a slobbering, crying mess in the bedroom saying, “I just can’t do this anymore. I just can’t!!”
Yeah. I’m going to be turbo bitch for ONE month. If it works…I might just take this crap shoot on the road and sell it.
I will call it, “MINUTE BY MINUTE BITCH – BY THE ANXIETY RIDDEN, CRYING, SCREAMING, FREAKING OUT, OVERWHELMED MOTHER”
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