It took a global
pandemic to realize what a fucking shitshow my house can be sometimes. In the Old
Life we weren’t constantly overlapping, jockeying for our slice of less than
900 square feet. When things were Normal it wasn’t this perennial togetherness,
all five of us occupying the place all the damn time. Two adults, one
four-year-old, two batshit dogs – it’s too much. I’ve always known it, but now
I know it by rough firsthand experience.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment