At 6 this morning, she really liked me.
At 10, she was annoyed with me.
At noon, she tossed a sandwich on the table and told me to eat it or else.
At three she stormed out of the house to get the kids from school and specifically did not want me to go with her. They should have been home by now, but I suspect she dragged them grocery shopping with her instead of coming straight home.
No, I didn't do anything particular; I was just being me, which is, honestly, not always the wisest thing to be.
Kind of surprising she doesn't want me to get a job and get out from under her feet more.
You know, at six this morning I really liked you because you weren't talking. I'll probably like you again at midnight, but we'll see.
ReplyDeletePB&J, Thump. Mostly because I knew he wouldn't want it, and it's been that kind of day.
Deep down they really are all about 12 years old, aren't they?