I recently moved back in with my folks and my brother. I had forgotten what it was like to live with someone so much younger.
I was doing something and my brother asked if he could help, now usually I dont mind him helping but my ocds had kicked in and I needed to finish it myself. I explained that he couldn't. Of course a couple minutes later he asked again. To which I replied, "You can't because I have obsessive compulsive disorder". He returned with, " They don't need to know I helped".
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As I often state on your mama's blog: I adore that boy.
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