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[nagia]

Mom just got home. She's been gone two days. Teenaged boys (and their geriatric manchild grandfather) have wrecked the house and then hared off to Chattanooga for a Lookouts game.

Her immediate response? Yell at me about it. Because, you know, the person who's been at work nine hours and driving for two clearly has the time and energy to clean up after four insane slobs with attention spans shorter than a six year old's with ADHD.

Is it too early to just go to bed?

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[novel_machinist]

... god I wish you could move out of there.

[leviathanmirror]

*hugs tight* Oh, how I know that feeling.

If you ever need a break the door is always open here, it may not be the least stressful place in the universe but I can promise that no one will blame you for anything.

[nagia]

/hugs. I appreciate the offer, I really do.

These boys are slovenly, seriously--and that's even by MY standards, which dance around the line between "laid back" and "stereotypical bachelor wtf."

Also, they smell bad. Like, seriously, they smell terrible. They slather themselves in a deodorant that's basically repackaged Old Spice and wander around in 90 degree heat without showering. They don't shower until the very end of the day--and they throw on gobs of like Tag or Axe or one of those ridiculous "for [hipster] men" shower gels with monosyllabic names and mind-numbingly insane commercials. So any breath drawn within a mile of the shower is laden with monosyllabic hipster stuff.

...okay, I think I'm done ranting.

[nagia]

Me too. I would be a lot more strapped for cash but a lot less stressed.

[leviathanmirror]

*hugs* Ugh. That's disgusting. D:

Rant as much as you like, dear. You've at least earned that much for not killing them all.