Serious rant.
This morning is on my last nerve. The babe has some sort of bug up his butt and has done nothing but whine or yell at me since he got up. I forgot to grab our lunch and the work checkbook before leaving, so I had to turn around when I was almost at work to go back home and get them. Mind you, the babe is being a complete baby asshole the entire way. Then, right before arriving at work, some old motherfucker in a Cadillac cuts me off coming out of a parking lot and I have to slam on the breaks and come to a complete stop to avoid hitting him. And the whole time, he stares strait ahead like I don't exist, even though I'm laying on my horn. So I rev my fucking engine and chase him down and get side by side with him and he just peacefully stares strait ahead like he didn't almost just kill me and my toddler son. Mother fucker. I hate this goddamn town full of all these motherfucking shit head bag of dicks that think they can do whatever they want on the road and as long as they don't die, everything is a-ok. I hope that man hits some inanimate object in his precious fucking Cadillac and they take his Cracker Jack license away. Fucking A. At least the husband took the boy outside to play for a minute (and wouldn't you know, he stopped being a baby asshole for him) so I could have a minute to fume to myself. Siiiiiiiiigh.
Alright, Jyn. Get it together. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't set the world on fire or anything.
(At least not today.)