My So Called Life
All the random ass shit that happens. Read at your own risk.
Day-to-day dispatches from a life that is technically ordinary and somehow never boring. Work problems, relationship observations, aging indignities, boundary violations, and the occasional moment of genuine clarity that makes all the rest of it worth it. The catch-all category for everything that doesn't fit neatly anywhere else — which, honestly, describes most of real life.D-Day – Battle of the Bulge
Joined a paid diet clinic, got my first B12 shot, and had already blown my progress with a PMS pizza binge before the appointment. This is how I diet.
Rush Rush Rush – Case of the Reluctant Hostess
Apparently, I am the enemy because I don't want to clean the entire house for people I didn't ask to come over. Does that make me a bad person?
Walking snooze buttons
I love my children. They are bright exuberant bundles of happiness. They also have this crazy habit of coming into my bedroom on the weekends at five minute intervals to wake me up. Ask me for cereal (which they know they can get themselves), ask me if they can play their educational Toy Story computer game (if its educational, unless they are grounded, its a green light) and can I tell their older brother to leave them alone and stop bothering them while they play said computer game. They are walking snooze buttons. Is it too much to ask that I not wake up before 8AM on a Sunday? Pretty…
Mistaken Identity
Left a military career to stay home with the kids and found two types of SAHMs — neither of which was me. The middle ground is real. Just very lonely.
Just another lazy Saturday?
It’s a lazy Saturday. Yet I woke up with my back feeling like someone had taken hammers to it. It hurts like hell. Had to take some Motrin to make it through the morning. Is this what getting old is supposed to feel like?
