I'm sitting here trying to think, to find my peace. I'm begging them daily to do the smallest things to help me and, at best, I get an agreeable word but then I have to ask 4 more times and raise my voice to get a half-assed attempt. My daughter will deny I ever asked. My 12-year-olds will either not move at all or make plaintive sounds as they drag their feet until I'm almost screaming at them and ultimately I do most of it myself.
I'm having my normal meal at Silver Diner. Vegetarian Chili and a side salad. ..