Crazy Gym Lady Does Not Disappoint

I made it into the gym this morning, which should somehow make up for the entire tube of Ritz crackers I dipped in chocolate flavored almond bark as an afternoon snack. At least I didn't break out the peanut butter, but honestly, that was mostly because wielding the jar, knife, crackers, AND cup of melted chocolate would have been difficult.

Luke seems to be getting used to the CGL, and dropping him off was remarkably uneventful. It seemed that CGL took her medication, or finally figured out who we were, or suffered massive head trauma that altered her personality slightly. She even asked what HE wanted to watch, and there were no tears on his part when I left. When I returned, CGL commented that if they were as all as good as Luke today, she would have an easy day.

And then she decided to drop a little Crazy on me. I'm not sure what inspired it, but she was careful to ask me if I worked beforehand. Before, that is, she went off on people who BOTH work AND have children! Why even have children? she asked, incredulous.

Oh, this was not a conversation I wanted to have, Old Crazy Judgey Gym Lady. This is the conversation right next to "Breast or Bottle" for me, and I feel the same way about both "issues". Gag, they're not even issues to me. Because everyone else should do what they want, and I will do what I want, and you will all leave me the hell alone, and I will leave you alone.

Maybe next time she'll tell me how we should just ship all those immigrants home and gosh dang it, they should LEARN ENGLISH and not settle in one area together, making little 'Mexican' enclaves. Oh no, wait, that was the conversation between the people next to me on the elliptical. I didn't manage to hit my head on the machine loud enough to drown it out.