I am done. There are no reserves. My last nerve packed up an hour ago. I'm tired. I'm no longer responsible for my actions, but you should know my motivations are sincere. I want to stop.
Even God rested on Sunday.
So stop already. I mean really. I mean, stop or I unplug the wi-fi and trip the breakers. My phone is still charged so I'll wake us up in time.
Stop or I'll make you fold socks.
Stop or I'll decide it's time for me to control the television.
Stop or I'll put on music and dance to it.
Stop or I'll decide I really should educate my children more and make you listen to me.
Go to bed.
I lie down. I turn off the lights and drink my water. I sigh with relief and victory!
Now...I can't sleep.