And then to humiliate me in front of your friend, chiding me for not hearing J ask for his bobo last night (??) and so you had to get it for him yourself, and you "just wanted to tell me so I realize how much I'm missing"!! 🙃 thanks!!! I //appreciate// you telling me how much I am Not Doing as I shuffle around the kitchen, pouring tea for your friend and scooping my homemade cinnamon banana oatmeal that I made for him to eat into a bowl all while I am holding a 3 year old bundled in a blanket who just woke up, and putting the pot into the empty sink next to the drainer, full of all the dishes I Just washed that morning after running J out to school and miraculously getting him there on time while we woke up at the time we should have left the house, because I slept through my alarm because I was up with the 3 year old for two hours who was whimpering and fussing and crying unless I held him, fed him and sat with him resting on top of my chest at like 1 in the morning. So SORRY I'm not doing ENOUGH for you, bastard-man. SORRY I didn't fucking wake you and charge your phone and hold your hair back while you vomited this morning. Sorry I didn't wipe your fucking ass too. 🙄 😡