at it's like to pick up toys, drawings and YES, even removing pencil stains from walls

Careful you don't break a nail, dear.

Picking up a fresh bread baked on the same day is nice. You should try it some time.

Literally lost 80lbs cutting bread, pusta, sugar, and all that shit out of my diet.

I like it when my meals have some love in it and not made like on a production line. Ponder about it.

You act like I'm making an entire course and nuking it instead of portioning out ingredients and prepping them for the last mile.

I think it speaks volumes about your parents when their go-to reaction to helping you is pointing you to the nearest internet device. I pity you.

And I pity the person whose day is so fucking nice they complain about how hard it is to pick up plastic toys. Let me know when you start having to wake up at 5:30am, drive for half an hour, and get RSI from grinding concrete off a prefab bed, working so late in the day that you don't even see the fucking sun. But hey, at least it's not washing a fucking wall with Windex.

at it's like to pick up toys, drawings and YES, even removing pencil stains from walls

Careful you don't break a nail, dear.

Picking up a fresh bread baked on the same day is nice. You should try it some time.

Literally lost 80lbs cutting bread, pusta, sugar, and all that shit out of my diet.

I like it when my meals have some love in it and not made like on a production line. Ponder about it.

You act like I'm making an entire course and nuking it instead of portioning out ingredients and prepping them for the last mile.

I think it speaks volumes about your parents when their go-to reaction to helping you is pointing you to the nearest internet device. I pity you.

And I pity the person whose day is so fucking nice they complain about how hard it is to pick up plastic toys. Let me know when you start having to wake up at 5:30am, drive for half an hour, and work in concrete prefab so late in the day that you don't even see the fucking sun. Get fucked.