The furniture upstairs is all where I want it to be but I NEED to move the furniture around in our bedroom. I know the bed weighs a ton and I know there are other things around here that need to get done but I don’t care. Stop calling me irrational. The bedroom furniture is not where I want it to be, it needs to be moved and it will bother me until it happens. You know what they say, “If Mommy’s happy, then . . .”
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…then Daddy gets false promises of carnal pleasures?
Well, that comment doesn’t make me feel like doing anything.