First of all, I love my family. I really do but….
My darling son, the joy in my heart, came home with a planters wart the size of an egg on the bottom of his foot. I kid you not, it was huge. Off to the doctor he goes. Foot is numbed, wart is sliced off, skin is frozen, he needs to stay off his foot for a week. NOOOOOOO! Boy needs to work. No matter how much, or little, I give him for his monthly stipend he spends it all. Granted he never asks of more but he needs money and I need NOT to play nursemaid. Sigh.
My sweet daughter, the light in my eyes, came home with a mission to torture her dear Ma (somehow I have become Ma…which just irks me) We are one week into Butt, Gut, and Arms. Yes, we are doing squats, leg raises, and push ups. EVERYDAY! Bitch is tough. My ass hurts. I try to hide but she always finds me.
I am out of peppermint bark.