Right of way and/or My way
I've taken so many deep breaths
that I'm starting to hyperventilate.
Before I moved in to help my parents . . . things I knew . . . 1. I do not know how to load a dishwasher properly 2. I am a total slob 3. I will never be as smart as my brothers. (Really, it's a wonder I ever tried Nursing School, I was academic 2nd in my class even though I was the only one working full time too, guess it doesn't say much for my class.)
New things I have learned . . . (when I am home and at my job, I am very capable of manually ventilating a child while I make repairs to the mechanical ventilator . . . at the same time, here on the other hand) I am not allowed to even attempt to change the battery in a watch or plunge a toilet . . . because I will break it or make it worse. (yes, that was the reasons given.) My IQ points are dropping by the minute, apparently.
I've vented now, I will be better,