Nap time is a BAD time for me to workout. In theory it’s great. Both kids are asleep. No distractions. Nothing to get in between me and Jillian Michaels. Except all of the work that I know that I should be doing and how much of that work I can squeeze into those two [sometimes… Continue reading Latenight Shedding and No More Drug Dealers
On the left side of the sanity bell curve