Internet plodding.
Exhaustion.
Voice gone.
Son's ears in need of repair since apparently he cannot hear me. Or he chooses not to listen.
I cannot raise my voice above a whisper without sounding like a 12 year old boy.
Why doesn't he listen?
Why do I suck at this?
Long lines.
Overfull baskets of laundry waiting for just me.
The neverending mess.
The mere thought of being inside Woodfield Mall until midnight tonight makes me want to curl into the fetal position and cry.
Woe is me, right?
Although, this is pretty good:
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