It's just a zoo in here some days. Skids walk around here like they have lead in their feet, each step pounds the floor, shakes the house. Doors slammed, waking up the toddler, waking up the baby. Yelling at fornite. Yelling at toddler. Eating chips like it's an effing contest to see who can chew the loudest, with their mouth open, while sticking their unwashed hands in and out of the bag crunching it.
It's enough to drive one mad.