is a big dummy dumb-dumb-head
The title says it all.
Seriously, pretty sure I do at least 100 things absolutely wrong every day.
Bailey is sick, and so am I. Blech.
Did you know that I wet the bed for a long time growing up?
I was a pretty old kid before I stayed dry all night long by myself.
Also, on the topic of embarrassing things you probably don't want to know, no one ever gave me The Talk. I think I learned it all through reading books way past my "age level" and TV. Then, of course, Sex Ed in school.
You want more? I'm on a roll.
My mom didn't know I had gotten my period until my 3rd period. I had managed to use WAY TOO MUCH toilet paper, ruin lots of underwear (which I hid under my bed) and keep it super quiet until she found out by accident.
Is this a pattern with me or what? Don't know how to handle something, scared, try to do it myself. For a long time. Asking for help or telling anyone ='s absolute last resort.
Also, my room was such a mess that it wasn't until much later when my aunt was helping me (in an unasked for and embarrassing manner) clean out my room that the bloody underpants were found. I think I nearly died. A part of my soul is still cringing in abject shame.
Oh, I yelled at Rylie the other day for slapping me in the face.
He's a baby. I yelled at a baby. WHAT THE FUCK? Anyways, it was more like a shout, and at least I didn't throw him on the couch from standing position when he was a newborn. Oh, yeah. Brad did that, not that he might remember.
So, in summary, I'm a terrible person.
Feel free to write me off and never think of me in a positive light ever.
*firm nod*
Seriously, pretty sure I do at least 100 things absolutely wrong every day.
Bailey is sick, and so am I. Blech.
Did you know that I wet the bed for a long time growing up?
I was a pretty old kid before I stayed dry all night long by myself.
Also, on the topic of embarrassing things you probably don't want to know, no one ever gave me The Talk. I think I learned it all through reading books way past my "age level" and TV. Then, of course, Sex Ed in school.
You want more? I'm on a roll.
My mom didn't know I had gotten my period until my 3rd period. I had managed to use WAY TOO MUCH toilet paper, ruin lots of underwear (which I hid under my bed) and keep it super quiet until she found out by accident.
Is this a pattern with me or what? Don't know how to handle something, scared, try to do it myself. For a long time. Asking for help or telling anyone ='s absolute last resort.
Also, my room was such a mess that it wasn't until much later when my aunt was helping me (in an unasked for and embarrassing manner) clean out my room that the bloody underpants were found. I think I nearly died. A part of my soul is still cringing in abject shame.
Oh, I yelled at Rylie the other day for slapping me in the face.
He's a baby. I yelled at a baby. WHAT THE FUCK? Anyways, it was more like a shout, and at least I didn't throw him on the couch from standing position when he was a newborn. Oh, yeah. Brad did that, not that he might remember.
So, in summary, I'm a terrible person.
Feel free to write me off and never think of me in a positive light ever.
*firm nod*