When Mamma Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy
I don't know what my problem is these last few days. Well, actually, I do. My problem is that, by five o'clock, I am done. Done. As in: sit down and just eat your dinner, don't ask me any more questions about the mortgage, stop trying to show me that bike video on YouTube, get your feet off the couch, do the dishes like you're supposed to, get your own frickin' pj's DONE.