Well it’s an adult thing, sometimes we forget what it’s like being a youth. And then there is the whole responsible for everything, thing.My Dad will get mad at me for laying in my bed. I will have plenty of insults hurled at me for going to my bed early. Last night he got me mad, yelling at me for not going to bed when I had stuff that had to be taken care of (the trash. And my plants. They needed water). He is nice, but has the wrong idea of some things in his head and tends to tick me off almost every day (no, dad, I am not inconsistent. I get up and do the same thing every morning). I think I will snag a hen and sneak a nap in my chair.
Take a nap, don’t let the hen poop in your bed
