For starters, when I asked you to take a shower, you acted as if I was telling you to go stand in a downfall of battery acid! So what made you think that, while I was cleaning up the downstairs for FIVE minutes, that it would be a good idea for YOU to draw a bath for the girls and put them in it, just so you they could use the bath toy, CHRISTMAS gifts you gave to them TODAY?!?!?
Thankfully (or not so much), I was lucky enough to walk in before you put the baby in the tub, only to discover that you had already taken off her diaper, which had the added bonus of being a "shit storm" of diarrhea spewed around the bathroom!!! I can only HOPE that someday you'll know the joys of scrubbing baby poop off of a bathroom ceiling! (How did you even manage to DO that, by the way?!?) Let's not even MENTION the fact that, while I was still cleaning up said "shit storm", you decided to show the Princess how funny it would be that her new "rubber froggies" can "piss" all over the living room floor, walls, and furniture!!!!
I would really appreciate it if you would stop "helping" me, since it always results in utter chaos that I DON'T want to deal with!
Love always,
The newest mommy in the psych ward
