Their complete lack of ability to find things themselves. “Mom where’s my….?” Mom have you seen my…?” It gets crazier when you had to answer these questions x times a day. Hence, commence hair (with roots) being forcibly pulled on my scalp.
Peaches’ ability to destroy your eardrums without damaging hers. Listening to her sing is cute but if you hear it every single day, your ears got to suffer.
Our yaya’s ability to not hear me even if she’s an arm’s length away. Makes you feel like talking to the air.
And then my husband’s name should be on Webster’s dictionary synonymous to “unimpressed”.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my family dearly, but today was definitely a venting kind of day. Feel fee to vent yourself!
