Often times, I serve my son natural fruit beverages that I make in my blender; he also eats Lucky Charms coated in artificial flavors which are stuck into my dirty floor.
Occasionally I wake up before my son, bath and get dressed in something besides sweatpants, appearing halfway acceptable if I should proceed to leave the boundaries of my home; occasionally I opt for stretchy waist trousers, use deodorant rather than a bath and cancel … Read the rest