sometimes I just need a stinking BREAK!!!! Every morning, I have to fight to get this kid up and out the door so that I'm not late for work AGAIN. I have to deal with his attitudes, his not getting homework done, his teachers, paying for everything and his DAMN father can't do anything remotely helpful. I'm sorry but sometimes I think X is nothing but a damn aggravating waste of space.

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