Dear Kids:
Yes you are the lights of my life, but seriously, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?
When I say "we can't play with our toys or do anything until the house is clean" you should all HELP CLEAN THE FUCKING HOUSE.
BUT NO! Instead you lay around and whine and then, when I am finished cleaning, you get up
AND MESS THE WHOLE FUCKING PLACE UP AGAIN.
I'm living in the fucking movie Groundhogs day, and just repeating the same shit every fucking day. NOTHING CHANGES.
I'm on my fucking way to insanity. Thanks a fucking lot!
Love,
MOM
P.S. Is this your fucking plan? To have me institutionalized so that you won't have to take care of me in my old age?
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