I might be pregnant and dealing with a few mood swings due to it, but I know that isn't the complete reason and that my irritation is valid with all this bullshit. Even pregnant, I am still expected to clean the fucking house by myself, along with the litter box, trash, do dishes and fix dinner and shit for everyone all while working at the shop doing various things there. I can feel myself getting ready to blow, and I have nobody to talk to because there is nobody that can help or fix any of it.
I cannot even go home early to clean the house and garage tonight, so I will have to stay home tomorrow morning instead of heading in with Ethan so that I can have an hour or so to clean this shit. I am sick and tired of Preston making the laundry room look like his closet just because he is too lazy to take his clothes up to his room and hang them up. I am about to start throwing all of it away and I don't care anymore.
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