Well, it’s a little after 8 in the morning and husband is already on the warpath. Aparently middle child did something to the washing machine and now it won’t drain or spin. It’s all his fault and nothing I say can change husbands mind.
Never mind that the washer was here before we moved in 6 years ago.
Never mind that we do 2 loads of laundry every day.
Never mind my eldests laundry had to be run through an extra spin cycle three days ago.
Every time ANYTHING goes wrong in this house, it’s middle childs fault.
You know something I’ve realized? Writing all this shit down is making me see things in a much different light. My life, my CHILDRENS lives, are worse than I realized and the only one who can change it is me.