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Saturday, Mar. 23, 2019 - 4:10 p.m.

For like 3 days mom has been calling and asking to do stuff with us. I finally tell her today is a good day to come over and she’s like, “I have so much to do to get ready for my trip, I’m not sure when I can be there but I’ll come over for a little while.”

Ok, we’ll just sit here and wait I guess.

Tomorrow we take her to Phx to see blah blah who cares. She was pressuring me to have us stay the night. At first I said U wouldn’t like it but of course to her that’s not a valid reason. Then I told her I didn’t want to and she was like, “Oh. Well it wouldn’t hurt, you know. We’re not going to bite!”

Yeah, fuck you. The fuck you know? You’re just gonna bitch and moan and chide me when it’s 12:30am and I can’t stop U from making explosion noises and jumping from bed to bed because there’s nothing for him to do and none of his bedtime routine available. You can try to shame me into trying to shame him into behaving, and it ain’t gonna work either way. It’d just be me and U driving 2.5 hours home at 1:30am.

*massive eyeroll*.

I am beyond over this whole “let’s just keep putting people in situations they don’t want to be in until they decide to like it the way we think they should” thing. “How dare you have your own preferences and assert them?”

AAAAAAA.

Got myself all worked up now.

Almost done with the center of my thing. Am not sick of it yet. I am eager to work on the next layer of color.

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