"I Can't Do Everything," by Nancy Ann Warren

“For god sake leave me alone” she said. “I can’t do everything.” She felt guilty about yelling at him because in fact he had commanded her to get the fucking fridge clean. She was a bit ashamed, drooping under the weight of broken promises to do better, to operate on a more adult organized level. Damn it all anyway there were more important things to ponder than the moldering mildewy smelly creatures living in the fridge such as why am I here why am I in this suffocating marriage why must I forsake Camels and bourbon those were the really important things on her mind.