Remember when you were 13, it was Picture Day for the
yearbook, and you had that GIANT pimple on your forehead? As your mom dabbed some mismatched concealer
on it and you tried to cover it with your bangs, you thought “This can’t EVER
get any worse.”
Think again.
I can’t stand to look at my 11 year old. He has a weeping whitehead on his chin and it’s
making me nauseous. He’s washed it with
Neutrogena. He’s dabbed the Noxzema pads
on it. I asked him to try to pop it, he
said it won’t. Just because a few months
ago he tried to pop one so hard it bled, got infected, and required antibiotics,
he refuses to try harder to keep his mother from getting ill. Unbelievable!
Seriously, a friend on Facebook just gave me a solution to
try, we will be doing so right after dinner.
There has to be a solution, or he may need to find a foster family for
the teenage years.
Ack, he just walked in here and the lights are shining
brightly on him. Yep, that’s why they
make wine.
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