My attention to the Sisyphean tasks of laundry, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, and cleaning again goes unnoticed. Honestly, I think they'd rather just wear the same clothes every day and eat straight out of the refrigerator without even using their hands. And they can't hear me to save their lives. But what do I expect? If someone said don't-step-on-your-brother's-head or it-doesn't-flush-all-by-itself to me a couple of thousand times, I'd stop listening too.
In the immortal words of Judd Nelson, "I might as well not even exist at this school."
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Do babble on in the most animated language you can muster. I love hearing from you.