Entire households, families, and workplaces are running on one exhausted woman saying: “For fuck’s sake. I’ll do it myself.” 🙄💋 Because apparently all these m’ther f’cking people need instructions, three reminders, and a standing ovation for doing something you handle before your first cup of coffee. Explaining it takes longer than doing it. Following up becomes another damn job. And fixing it after they “helped” requires energy you ran out of last Tuesday. “Just tell me what you need me to do.” LOOK AROUND. This isn’t an escape room. The clues are everywhere. 😂 So you handle it. Again. The appointments. The deadlines. The dinner. The thing somebody PROMISED they’d take care of. Then somebody has the audacity to ask why you’re tired and a little bitchy. Well, sweetheart…you’re carrying the workload AND the responsibility of making sure everyone else does theirs. That’ll put a little bass in your voice. 💋 And somehow your tone gets more attention than the fourteen times y...