Thank you. The kids can stand in my doorway but cannot come in my room. It’s so boring. All I can really do is thank G-d I married the man I did. Otherwise I’d be hospitalized. My “kids” aren’t really “kids” any more. They’ll always be kids to me , but my typical kids are 34, 32, 27, 24, 22, and my ID son is 17. He’s the one that hurts my heart the most. I can’t imagine if he was like Abbie. I’m sure my house would be chaotic and a mess. I loathe chaos and messes. I can say, however, I hate doing the laundry and emptying the dishwasher. I love to load it, and each of my kids have done their own laundry since 2nd grade. I’m just very tired.
This pisses me off! If she’s so serious about fund raising, she should at least match dollar for dollar. $500 is nothing to them. Fat Tinkerhog would never do that. She needs that money for her shark cooter crap. So aggravating!
Thank you. I’m trying my best to get better. Radiation round one tomorrow. Let the fun begin!