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I swear, dealing with my mom is like dealing with another three year old in the house sometimes.
She seems to make a habit of following me around the house asking me questions about everything she sees and everything I do. "What's that garbage you put out? Do cars park on both sides of the street? Whose lunch is that? Is that where the mail comes? What's this? What's that?" And that was just this morning so far.
I'd just like to eat breakfast in peace.
She seems to make a habit of following me around the house asking me questions about everything she sees and everything I do. "What's that garbage you put out? Do cars park on both sides of the street? Whose lunch is that? Is that where the mail comes? What's this? What's that?" And that was just this morning so far.
I'd just like to eat breakfast in peace.
