In my mothers whining that nothing she ordered done yesterday before heading out the door was done, except for keeping the puppy out of trouble, which she made explicitly clear as priority numero uno by barking at me until she finally walked out the door, thus letting me get things done in the first place.
I can’t help but think that I’m working on day three of finishing something I should have finished two days ago in less than an afternoon, if I had had the luxury of being able to work on things in the first place.
And that I’m currently on month 6 of trying to get a driver license, a task my mother has droned out to this length, when it should have been completed within a couple weeks… I didn’t bother to mention that.