the bug or the windshield?

you know the saying, sometimes you're the bug, sometimes you're the windshield.

somehow today, i'm the smeared bug after you try to use the wipers to get it off.

it's not even work related AND i'm actually trying to make other people do LESS for me...yet i'm being rude. i give up.

can't everyone just leave the preggo alone and let me eat my pudding cups?