While I'm making supper for the kids, mom says to me, "It's 6:15. The kids need to eat dinner..." Duh?
With the can of tuna in my hand mom says to me, "There's tuna..." Really?
As I am running around picking up after the kids mom says, "This place is a mess. Make sure you clean it up..." Grrr!
I cut my finger and was fixing myself up... Mom says, "You hurt your finger and you're bleeding..." No fuckin' way ma!
Every day, there are always a series of them and God forbid if I were to utter the words, "I know! I got it!" it leads to my having to open up another can of "Can you PLEASE shut the FUCK up!"
I try to tell myself that she does it well intentionally, but it makes it difficult when she's smirking...
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