So lately things go from 0-60 in no time, and I end up angry, frustrated and cursing (sometimes louder than I should).

At this point, daily there is at least one-if not more loads of urine stained items to clean.  Sheets, pads, blankets, comforters, clothes–its never ending.  And the house is akin to living in a public rest room in Penn Station.

Yet, when I go to help, if its not just the right time, its turned down, rudely.  And if we get back to the time when I can help, she is ready and the stars are aligned its too late.  I am met with “relax.”  Easy to say when you are not the one keeping it all afloat and doing all the laundry I suppose.


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