Day 3 of my quarantine -
The torture the short one is subjecting me to has me close to breaking. She is a demanding tyrant, waking me every hour during the night with complaints, hacking coughs and sounds that make me fear for my hygiene. I am tired and unable to do anything but acquiesce to her demands that I play dress up and feed her pasta even for breakfast.
I fear that she has threatened my fellow observers of her life with illness, since they have mysteriously vanished. My phone calls to them go directly to voicemail or are met with excuses like dental work as a reason they are unable to come to my rescue.
With the physical torture, she is also adding psychological torture. I ventured to the store today because we were completely out of some key supplies necessary for life as we know it, and she announced in her OUTSIDE voice that she was going to throw up. Which she wasn't, but it caused several other mothers to glare at me and steer their precious children away from me.
I fear without adult interaction and removal from this house, bad things might happen. For example, I am finding that I like the Disney Channel. Clearly, death is next.
You're not making friends with sporting equipment yet, are you? Wilson, is that you?
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