I’m so sick of kids’ parents. At work, I usually find that it’s the ones who lie on the floor on pillows eating potato chips during a session that can’t understand why their kid is acting out. But in my personal life, I’m 🙄 too. Today I volunteered to supervise Zoe’s class’s root beer float sale. I did all the groundwork and arrived ready to go. This sign up was online and only 1 person could register. I got there and another mom was there. She didn’t want to be denied the experience. This woman took charge and ordered me around the whole time, especially when school officials/the teacher were within earshot. I tried to blow her off and do my thing/talk to the kids, but it was awkward. I’m so pissed.
I need an island.
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I need an island.
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