Cheese-Minton

I have reached that level of stress where everything and anything could easily push me over the edge. 

Here is an example.  Evan has been signing onto Netflix each evening from the gym because you can do that through their cardio machinery according to Evan. Except Evan did give the password to his college roommate who signed in from a smart TV in India. Someone also signed in from Ireland. I’m not cool with that. 

 So every night pretty much I get a new email from Netflix telling me that somebody signed into my account from somewhere and asking me if it is fraudulent. I am about to lose my mind over this. I evil planned on changing the password. I evil planned on only typing it into the children’s phones personally while hiding from them until I realized they might be able to figure the password out somehow. I considered telling the children to get their own fucking Netflix account just so no one would have my password and no one would sign in from anywhere other than my phone or my computer

 I mean seriously. This is more than just somebody moving my cheese this is like somebody playing badminton with my cheese