Reminds me of when the kids were little and needing to get out for some adult time!
I am so tired of hearing about the location and severity and type of pains. What time she got up to pee. What hours she slept. Etc etc. And, of course, we have to add in some b.m. talk, which I reallllly hate. Please, spare me the gory details.
I feel like banging my head against the wall.
It's worse right now since hubby is away on business so it's just me and mom.