trickydoodle

Man. I am so over me. This has to stop. I am certainly not attracting anything good in this current state woe. Enough, already. ENOUGH.

You know, it's amazing how just the smallest, most wee, tiny change can help. I started really dealing with my PAAS (Post-Abortion Ance Syndrome), and that alone has worked some magic. Not only is my skin clearing up, but so is my mood. I like that I found a way to nurture some part of me. And nice that it worked. I am as cute as ever. Except, you know, not. Anyway.

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Quick commercial:
Buy this stuff!

Oil of OlayTotal Effects Anti-Aging Anti-Blemish Moisturizer
It does like $20, but it totally works! No more blackheads! No more acne! And it moisturizes!

and,

Bioré® Blemish Fighting Cleansing Cloths

They are sweet! One side is like bumpy for the exfoliating, the other side, um, not bumpy. Just regular cloth-like texture.

I'm not sure which product is doing most of the work. So buy 'em both.
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Oh, where was I? Ah. Yes. Self-nurturing. I'm all for it. Do it.

I'd like to be some help to Robbie right now, but I have zero idea what's wrong. I suspect he is hungry, but I have offered him every food imaginable. He's just running around, screaming, throwing himself on the floor, like that. I am clueless. The constant togetherness we share isn't helping me help him. I'm thinking he could probably deal with some of the crises himself, at some point. Besides, I don't know what to do.

Sigh. Robbie's probably infinitely tired of me, too.

It's hard to get out of a rut, isn't it?

But my skin is lovely.