You know what blows my mind?

When I do something for myself, which is rare since the girls were born, then I am the recipient of a mood swing from hell and have to do all these things prior to actually leaving, that I end up not going. Don’t you just hate that?

I mean why can’t I just Zumba on a Tuesday and train on a Wednesday? What’s so wrong in that? The worst part is that he gets to train at gym two or three times a week plus soccer once a week and for a fine cheek, he wants to add another soccer day. Talk about milking it.