For most of you reading, you’re probably going to have to read the title of this post twice to believe it. To clarify: it’s true. I tried Crossfit. And I didn’t die. I didn’t even cry. Very much.
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Population: Me.
Forgive me for posting about my hangover the day after I actually had it. I just couldn’t pull it together well enough to write while nursing the hangover proper. It was that bad.
For starters it should be noted that I am no better of a parent than I was when I last posted about Stepmothering-ish. Just so we’re all clear.
I recently tried to be all adult and parent-like and take the kid out for lunch. This was an attempt to try to get things back to normal-ish, per his request. As you may or may not remember nothing has really changed in my world and it was in fact he who created the abnormalities by stashing pot in his room then hiding at his mother’s house rather than owning up to any sort of punishment when my husband found it.
Life is fucking hard.
You know what’s really great? Not sharing.
“Can I have some?” NO.
“Can I borrow that?” NO.
“Can I have some?” STILL NO.
“Why not?” BECAUSE I SAID SO. Also, do you have any idea how annoying you are?
Welcome to the brain of an only child.
Oh no they didn’t!
Oh yes they did.
Who goes to the bank anyway?
It was for work, okay. Get off my back.
It wasn’t so much a love affair as it was a love/hate relationship. And it wasn’t so much a relationship since Katie didn’t actually know about it.