Dear Internet,
Through my laziness and neglect, what would normally be a 5 minute routine task for most households, turned into my toddler falling out of her crib. Fortunately, she managed to land on the top of her skull, and I think it might have popped her head back into shape a bit. But still. The worst part is: we STILL have to do the 5 minute routine task, or it'll happen again. Buy me and my gross harem a treat?
The crazy part is: she won't be adjusting the crib, one of the cucks will. Apparently the stress and exhaustion of watching other people fix problems she created entitles her to doordashed lobster and bacon