I grit my teeth, oh I really do.
Daughter will not keep here room space tidy. I get surface mess, I just don't appreciate piles of clothes, It's very trying.
Son leaves everything to the last moment, or never, and this too is fractious and disturbing. Today it was his lack of petrol in the car, oh and a flat battery, and then expecting everyone to run around after him to sort it all out. Enough to make you mad as a mad thing.
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