I love mine, I do. But sometimes, they could be a bit more helpful, you know? For instance, I was planning on writing a blog post (about something I've now forgotten) when LS1 brought me a paper with a name on it. All she did was smile and leave me to my own conclusions. I had to go to my mother for more information on what I was supposed to look up.
Also, I have a cousin who is like a sister to me. Every time I call, she never picks up. And since I'm between cells right now, I can't text her. So, I email her. And that worked for a while. But, I sent her an email two months ago and I still haven't heard back. I hear about her through other family members. How is that going to help me check on her?
And so far this week, I feel like if I blink wrong, LB1 will snap my head off. LB2 is upset that I called a minor injury to Mom's attention and LittlestB is becoming a tiny tyrant we're going to have to de-thrown.
Sorry, not sorry for this mini-rant. It's been bubbling for a while. If any of you all out there feel me, please leave a message below. I feel like I'm writing for either a time capsule or a hoard of robots that is going to declare me their de facto queen since I pretty much seem to write for their benefit.
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