My fault

I suppose it's all my own fault really.  They don't know what I'm going through, so why should they expect to find me anything but cheery and the house all tidy and perfect when they come home.  Everything is my fault...as usual.
 
Just blowing off some steam.  I had a dentist appointment, but when I arrived they canceled the appointment.  That just made me feel so much worse.  But I talked to my mom about it later and it seems that they phoned her instead of me to confirm the appointment.  My mom, dad, sister and myself all have the exact same initials, and we visit the same dentist, so I guess someone was just lazy to check right. So, it turns out she has an appointment on the nineteenth and therein lied the confusion, so I'll be going back on Thursday.