After another round of who done what (and who didn't) around the house, I lost my calm.
All that boring stuff about getting the trash to the curb on time, emptying the dishwasher, not leaving food out over night and smelly socks throughout the house, sometimes makes me want to leave and join the Bedouins.
What would happen to the trash and the socks then, I wonder...?
Instead it's the weekend and this nonsense keeps creeping up on us and making me fester with arrrgh.
J., now nine, came over to me after M. had left with a huff. "What happened?" he wanted to know and I told him that I had lost my calm and that his dad didn't really do anything.
"You mean 'anything' both ways, right?"
Hm.
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