Pet peeves/vent: don't sit there and tell me all the things I'm doing wrong. It isn't constructive at that point, it really is just tearing me down. And really, I already know what I'm doing wrong, it gives me constant anxiety to the point the Dr just prescribed Prozac. Is my house spotless? No... Is my kitchen cluttered? Yes, do I have dishes piled in the sink? No, so I have toys all over the floor? No. So I have things everywhere? No. Like yes it's a bit untidy but many people would just call it lived in, not messy. I know it isn't where I want it to be and is a little out of hand right now, but damn. And apparently I shouldn't have gotten chickens before the coop was built and that was just crazy irresponsible for me and so. Much. More. You know I should make my kids? Idk I should get them busy on something instead of just letting them entertain themselves while I work on the coop, and I should force my daughter to come out and help because she was in watching TV, and I should take time off of work to work on everything but work is super busy/overwhelming right now so taking time off isn't going to make that better. And and and. I'm over it right now. Sorry to dump on internet strangers, I've just had my limit.