Random Thoughts of a Mother on Day 4 of her Period

Am I out of my nightgown? Yes, the fuck I am. Am I on day 4 of my period? I’m an emotional fucking creature. Yes, the fuck I am. Hi. Yes, I’m picking up for my son. Am I stupid, or is a seat of methadone tylenol? Is that what that is? Or is that an antibiotic? Did I see trash by these dumpsters? Yes, I did. Does it look good to me? Some of it does. Oh, that’s not. That’s a wood. It’s not metal. None of it looks good. We’re gonna get them. We gotta buy them, Mommy. Okay. We’re gonna get. Wipe these too, okay? Okay. You hold that. We gotta pay for it, Mommy. You’re so strong. I hold it for you. Okay? It was heavy. Come on, bubbles. Okay, bring that over here. We’ll get them too.