This day. Christ. This day.
The Butcher is supposed to clean the kitchen in exchange for me cooking our meals.
Today he was pissed at me because he found maggots in the recycling. But it’s not my job to clean the kitchen. I felt like fighting with him about it, but I just let him rant and then he cleaned it up.
I know it’s just the nature of this moment, but I am tired of being frazzled and over-extended and on. But I don’t see a chance to get a break from that until July, if I’m lucky.
I feel like I should be more grossed out, but I can’t bother to care.