Can I just say, I'm cranky... there's a million reasons and yet no reason!
Why, dear little boy, must you act your age? Why is it funny to run away top speed as soon as I ask you to come to me? Why when you have been totally dry for two weeks must you quit communicating with me and pee in your pants in spite of being offered the potty so many times in the day?
Why dear husband must you collect newspapers you don't read? Why are you more tired than I am? How can this be?
And dear body of mine. You are healthy and strong. So, please get it together! Enough with the old lady aches!
Why, why, why can't I feel patient and mellow? Why is it that the stupidest, even funny things make me SO completely grumpy? And how is it that being grumpy makes me grumpier? Is there an end in sight? Cause this is wearing me out.
Why, dear little boy, must you act your age? Why is it funny to run away top speed as soon as I ask you to come to me? Why when you have been totally dry for two weeks must you quit communicating with me and pee in your pants in spite of being offered the potty so many times in the day?
Why dear husband must you collect newspapers you don't read? Why are you more tired than I am? How can this be?
And dear body of mine. You are healthy and strong. So, please get it together! Enough with the old lady aches!
Why, why, why can't I feel patient and mellow? Why is it that the stupidest, even funny things make me SO completely grumpy? And how is it that being grumpy makes me grumpier? Is there an end in sight? Cause this is wearing me out.





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