First off, I’m barely tolerating the creature that has attached itself to my back.
Secondly, I know I’m not supposed to be laying on this blanket. You think I don’t know? You think you haven’t nagged me for the last year? Get a clue, woman. If I want to lay on it, I’m going to lay on it.
I don’t need your silly attempts at a guilt trip.
I don’t need you saying, “bad dog,” “get off of there,” or any of your usual attempts to boss me around.
I don’t need you interrupting my nap.
Don’t you have kids you should be homeschooling? Doesn’t their education rank higher on your list of priorities than my laying on a blanket?
And I so. don’t. need your drama. I have enough of my own.
Some may find interest in your drama, but I do not.
I don’t need your attempts to control me.
What I do need is for you to back away.
If you back away slowly and pretend you didn’t see me, no one gets hurt.