I'm tired of everything being my fault all the time.
"Mom, why is my favorite shirt not washed yet" says the girl that just found her dirty shirt under her dresser that morning.
"mom, why don't we have anything good to eat for supper" says the girl that only likes corn dogs.
I tell them the complaint department is in the backyard. They've learned to go away when I say that.
My neck, heel, lower back, shoulders, books, and wrists hurt, again. I'm tired of being a broken old lady and I'm not 40 yet.
I hate paying bills and not having any money left over.
Pre teen attitudes. I'm so over it.
Whew, I feel better.