There are times when being an adult seems vastly overrated. Whilst my daughters swan around with their friends and lie prostrate in bed playing video games for hours on end I’m the bunny who has to make sure all the washing, shopping, cooking, gardening etc gets done. Meanwhile they think that if they hang one load of washing a day they’ve been some kind of hero and roll their eyes at further requests for assistance. You know what. I don’t wanna do all that boring stuff either. But someone has to.
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