withrespect
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I just gotta say something if I could just say something, here. 
Morning started like any other morning... I wake up angry because of being jolted awake by the sound on my ****ing cell phone... I chose the loudest and most obnoxious so I would be sure to get out of the damn bed... it works... every day I wake up like
"the British are coming!! The British are coming!"
Well, I was feeling more loving than normal (Or, I just ran out of breakfast food at home...whatever
) so I decided to take my son to Donut Connection before he had to go to school. This was my first mistake. 
Bubba wakes up even grumpier than I do, but when I raise my voice, pull off his blankets, and threaten --he finally listens. He gets dressed in a horrible outfit consisting of mostly orange and red... I let him choose his outfit on Fridays. This was my second mistake.
We get to the ****ing Donut Connection... Bubba sits in a chair and waits for me to bring him his breakfast. Well... HOW DARE I GET HIM A ****ING DONUT WITH A HOLE IN IT. We had a full on meltdown because he wanted a twisty cinnamon donut... not the glorious chocolate frosted donut I chose.
I threatened him to eat it and be thankful or I would never EVER take him out for breakfast again.
I got the proverbial "You're so mean...you don't have to yell...holes are stupid." HOLES ARE STUPID.
Save yourself some ****ing heartache and don't take your children out for donuts.
This is really my life. I have a son who cried because there was a hole in his donut... this is what I am ****ing dealing with. Someone put me out of my misery.
Morning started like any other morning... I wake up angry because of being jolted awake by the sound on my ****ing cell phone... I chose the loudest and most obnoxious so I would be sure to get out of the damn bed... it works... every day I wake up like
"the British are coming!! The British are coming!" Well, I was feeling more loving than normal (Or, I just ran out of breakfast food at home...whatever
) so I decided to take my son to Donut Connection before he had to go to school. This was my first mistake. Bubba wakes up even grumpier than I do, but when I raise my voice, pull off his blankets, and threaten --he finally listens. He gets dressed in a horrible outfit consisting of mostly orange and red... I let him choose his outfit on Fridays. This was my second mistake.
We get to the ****ing Donut Connection... Bubba sits in a chair and waits for me to bring him his breakfast. Well... HOW DARE I GET HIM A ****ING DONUT WITH A HOLE IN IT.
We had a full on meltdown because he wanted a twisty cinnamon donut... not the glorious chocolate frosted donut I chose. I threatened him to eat it and be thankful or I would never EVER take him out for breakfast again.
I got the proverbial "You're so mean...you don't have to yell...holes are stupid."
HOLES ARE STUPID. Save yourself some ****ing heartache and don't take your children out for donuts.
This is really my life. I have a son who cried because there was a hole in his donut... this is what I am ****ing dealing with.
Someone put me out of my misery.
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