My kid, barging into the bathroom: hey mom?
Me, sitting on the toilet: may I have some privacy please?
My kid: oh sure *walks out, leaving the door open*
me: [complaining about the price of groceries I just bought]
also me: [getting a $17 cheeseburger at five guys after paying for said groceries] worth it.
texted my therapist this morning to make an appointment. I ended it with "there's no crisis this time" because I just know he fuckin sighs hard when he sees a text from me.