I hate when my son's dad ask me to do something and then tell me I'm moving to slow and imma get enough of that..like bitch first of all how u gone ask me to do something but u not gone help.. he wanted me to finish the pancakes while he go to the store but I had to get the money out my wallet, turn off the tv, put our son's house shoes on AND grab him and bring him downstairs all while u screaming that I'm moving to slow...I would have been downstairs if I had HELP!!!! that frustrated the hell out of me