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My family has annoyed me so deeply that I'm missing the second half of "Mansfield Park." They are all downstairs enjoying it on a school night and I am sulking in my room. They all misbehaved at dinner; I did not. What is wrong with this picture?
Even my very nice spouse comes in for a piece of my rage tonight, and yet he spends his day contending with 150 teenagers, a mad system, and clue-free administrators. Clearly, he should get a pass. He does get a pass. The pass is: he gets to watch "Mansfield Park." I get to sulk.
At certain times of the year, no matter how you try to maintain perspective, no matter the horrors unfolding on your screen, no matter the Chilean miners, the triple rape and murders in Connecticut, the finger-collecting in Afghanistan, no matter the swirling debt or climbing temps or growing antibiotic resistance in the kitchen sink -- still, in this corner, sometimes things suck.
Please, god, help me write this story and be nice to my family again, okay? Thanks.
Even my very nice spouse comes in for a piece of my rage tonight, and yet he spends his day contending with 150 teenagers, a mad system, and clue-free administrators. Clearly, he should get a pass. He does get a pass. The pass is: he gets to watch "Mansfield Park." I get to sulk.
At certain times of the year, no matter how you try to maintain perspective, no matter the horrors unfolding on your screen, no matter the Chilean miners, the triple rape and murders in Connecticut, the finger-collecting in Afghanistan, no matter the swirling debt or climbing temps or growing antibiotic resistance in the kitchen sink -- still, in this corner, sometimes things suck.
Please, god, help me write this story and be nice to my family again, okay? Thanks.