I read (well skimmed) her word vomit stories about the school day. What’s with the romance novel type narrative with a cute boy always offering to fill up Evers water bottle? I’ll file that in the things that didn’t happen folder. Then saying she “tries” not to work at dinner. If work is that pressing you don’t take yourself off to house of Gucci while your child is at school, you get your work done. I don’t know who believes this bs, although given the lack of comments on her post no one really does. It’s pretty clear she hates her life and her only way to cope is to create this whimsical fantasy world. I almost feel sorry for her, but then I remember the horrible things she has done.