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It's gotta be me, right? The people I'm closest to are all getting on my last nerve. My mother, Robert, my friend Sheryl...I want to strangle all of them when I talk to them. My mother was busy fabricating stories earlier today and it was making me nuts. Robert was piling tasks onto me today without any concern for me. Sheryl's just a know-it-all who I frequently lose my patience with, but I'm finding my fuse a lot shorter these days.
I know pregnancy hormones do this to me. But why aren't I having any trouble with other people? My other friends aren't on my nerves...smiling strangers, etc. My kids are being mostly wonderful, other than fighting with each other. I try to referee, but they end up laughing...I may be too protective when they are kicking each other, but then they end up cracking up. I just worry about the time that will inevitably come when one of them gets really hurt.
So it's me, right? I mean how could Robert and my mother BOTH be so exceptionally annoying at the same time?
I know pregnancy hormones do this to me. But why aren't I having any trouble with other people? My other friends aren't on my nerves...smiling strangers, etc. My kids are being mostly wonderful, other than fighting with each other. I try to referee, but they end up laughing...I may be too protective when they are kicking each other, but then they end up cracking up. I just worry about the time that will inevitably come when one of them gets really hurt.
So it's me, right? I mean how could Robert and my mother BOTH be so exceptionally annoying at the same time?
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