1. my shirt smelled like food. i fucking hate that; it’s one of my biggest pet peeves. i sometimes eat like a fucking five years old and a drop of the sauce from my creamy chicken mushrooms fell on my shirt. this caused said shirt to reek of onion.
2. my kid wouldn’t fall asleep and continue his screaming fit. as if an entire day wasn’t enough.
sorry. i’m sick of listening to a screaming kid the entire day. whoever said women are naturally wired for motherhood, clearly has never met my kid.
/end petty whines.