The wife got red velvet cupcakes for her birthday today and after dinner, gave one to each of the kids and then went into her office to watch her lizard hunt bugs.
I had a hard day with the kids, the little girl was in time out at least three times for being mean to her little brother, and he was whiny. She and the teenager went to a reptile show, they can never miss one of those, even though she doesn’t spend hardly any time with the two little ones at all.
So the little girl ate three cupcakes and all she says is "Oh well." She’ll never ever learn to put shit away and after I said "Maybe you should put the rest of them on the top shelf in the refrigerator", she just said "yeah" and went back to her reptiles.
I sometimes honestly feel that the longer we’re together, the less I understand her.
Taking a hot shower didn’t help my mood either, I still want to hit something or scream at someone.