I honestly wake up every day and get super frustrated. I hop out of bed and have a coffee and try to start my day on a positive note. My work is approx 30 minutes away while driving. I hope into my car thinking that everything is okay, blast some music dancing and feeling good. I have not a worry in the world at all.....until...I feel something bubbling and I know something's off. Traffic is at a standstill, I feel some kind of overwhelming panic and I hate it. I'm lucky because there's a petrol station about 5 minutes away. I start sweating and furiously fist pump to the music and clench my cheeks. The whole time my hole is in agony and I don't want to touch cotton. I eventually get there and scream sighs of relief once I deliver my mud baby. I feel really bad because I yelled at my brown down town and it puckered up. I thought to myself I was a bit too rough on the old choc starfish.. AITAH?