10/31/2025
Penelope, age 12:
Has 14 dog beds.
Chooses… the toddler’s tiny chair to supervise my admin chaos like a judgmental librarian.
Stays up late “working” with me.
Translation: stares while I do spreadsheets and plots new household dominance moves.
Lives under our rules.
Translation: does absolutely none of them.
Takes whatever food she wants from the toddler like a robber baron with no remorse.
Recently broke a canine — now costing me a few thousand in dental surgery & extractions.
Already eats fresh homemade meals… and will now require them blended like a spa retreat smoothie.
Had growths removed in February and basically rolled around on a silk pillow while I sang healing affirmations.
I will not be disclosing that bill.
And after all this?
Still does. not. give. a single. F.
I am being emotionally blackmailed by a 12-year old senior queen who believes she is the CEO of this household.
Send help.
Or send goat milk & orthopedic toddler chairs.