I'm the only person who is going to prioritize my needs.

I'm getting anxious. I have this main bathroom in the house, I have busted ass to get it pulled apart, I have busted ass to get the new tub ordered and put in, made sure the tiling was as it needed to be and encouraged the husband to get it done. I've been scrubbing down the grout issues on it for months so I can get it caulked up and sealed.

I'm really starting to lose my patience with the other side of the working machine. There is always some excuse as to why something isn't done. Always some other reason.

And then the birds take priority. I'm about to lose my shit.

I'm on a countdown and there isn't any time to spare, I don't care what the birds are doing.