Tommy has been a chore and a half. I allowed him to raise my stress to the point that I yelled at him, I got mad at Noah for wetting his pants, got upset with Sarah for using our bath towels outside (she likes to use them for things rags should be used for but that’s my fault for not having a tool shed/toy shed where they could get stuff like rags), and talked all too firmly to one of the neighbor’s kids for flipping Tommy the bird.
Cathy, the good wife, sent me out to destress. What a woman!
