My youngest is 13 today.
Although she started practicing her disgusted smirk in the mirror 4 years ago. I don’t think anything will change today.
But I do wonder how long my children have to live here before they know where the dishes go when they empty the dishwasher. I think it’s some evil scheme they cooked up to
1)Make me crazy
2)Make me stop asking them to empty it
3)Make me think I might have a problem with OCD because I spent 15 minutes this morning moving cups from the coffee cup cupboard to the drinking cup cupboard and pots to the pots side instead of the pans side. The only thing they seem to get right is the silverware. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s separated for them.
So yeah, a sign of the END TIMES in my house.
Tomorrow I’ll post the conversation with my ex about paying for half of my oldest daughter’s medical bills. That will make you laugh. Or something.