That kind of stuff always reminds me of an episode from a show about rich people. They showed a rich mother organizing a birthday party for her toddler that was ridiculously fancy and having a complete meltdown because some napkins were another shade of pink. That’s the worst that life has ever given her, a different shade of napkins.
My sister in law had a meltdown last thanksgiving that included screaming at her husband, and storming off to her bathroom to spend the rest of the day (up until food, and then she demanded someone bring her a specific selection on a plate) in a jacuzzi tub. The whole house reverberate when it’s on, it’s quite annoying.
The absolutely soul-crushing, terrible, impossibly bad thing that happened?
Her husband grabbed the wrong shade of blue curtains from the closet, and she had to wait an extra 90 seconds to put them up. Legitimately don’t understand how he’s stayed married to her for 15 years. Apparently she’s always been like this to him over the smallest bullshit.
Have you ever interacted with a toddler in real life? They freak the fuck out about weird shit. That’s just what they do. They’re insane. Doesn’t mean they’re spoiled brats. Just means they’re normal toddlers…
