Mom. Ugh. I am so sorry that I can be such a little bitch sometimes. I honestly hate myself during the moments that my impatience and ingratitude lashes out at you—when the words are coming out of my mouth, when I'm thinking those awful thoughts, when I'm allowing my frustration to create snide comments about your lifestyle. So you're a little crazy and disorganized. So we all are. I deserve a slap on the wrist.
Note: I gave my mom those handwarmers I made.
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