We were napping and after an hour I wanted to get up and eat lunch. He wouldn’t let go of me despite my saying I’m starving. I had to wrestle myself free so I could get up to eat. Wtf?????
I’m also sick of all his baby talk. He talks baby talk with me ALL the time. I used to think it was kind of endearing but it’s grown old, and all I can think now is, grow the hell up and talk like an adult!
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
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