As the smell of poo that won't flush (despite snaking) wafts through the room, and I try to decide whether or not the tampons in the box that were under some dirty, wet cleaning rags stuffed in a bathroom cabinet are still useable because I just started, I listen to the whining, uh huh huh huh sounds (is that sobs, whining, moaning? What would that sound be called?) and thuds as Kitty continually complains that her room floor is clean(she's the only one that thinks so), well as clean as it ever gets, well she'll do it later, I hate her, no one else has to do all these chores on Saturday (that's true because I spread her chores out more than everyone elses because she can't handle them all on one day), she wants to leave to go shopping, her floor is clean enough, I'm too picky, that's her "shoe corner," she can't get the rest of her stuff under her bed because the last time she tried she got stuck under there...
This has been going on for hours and I don't know why. At first we thought it was because she hadn't taken her morning meds which I didn't discover until about 11. Tried waiting 20-30 minutes before dealing again with the fact that she hadn't done her chores, but she wouldn't let it go. It's 2pm and she's still melting down. *sigh*
3 comments:
I feel ya honey! It really must be in the air!
Sigh. It doesn't get better any time soon.
Maybe Jessi's right cuz I'm right there in the trenches with ya! It's been a rough spring. Sigh.
Been meaning to thank you for your comment and support for me. So thanks. And here's a (((hug))) and back pat from me to you!
Hang in there!
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