Do you guys know my friend Amber who blogs over at Airing My Laundry? If you don’t know her, you should go stop by and say hi. She likes to read, has a daughter basically the same age as mine (they’re both 3rd graders, but I think my child is like 3 months older than hers), and has an appreciation for the hotness of one John Krasinski.
See for yourself:
All fine criteria by my standards.
She also hosts a linkup on Tuesday that I’m joining in this week. It’s called “hey, it’s okay” and it’s basically a brain dump of all the things you should feel guilty or remorseful about but don’t because who has time for those kinds of feelings? Not me. Not right now, anyway, because I haven’t left my house in 4 days and the only feeling I have is insanity. And an even bigger hatred of pants.
And that’s all okay.
You know what else is okay?
Forcing my husband to binge watch Mr. Robot, including on Sunday night, knowing he had to get up for work the next morning at a reasonable time. Side note, Mr. Robot is really, REALLY good.
Feeling frustrated with the fact that my daughter has yet another day off of school because of the asshole snow and needing her to get out of my house so I can actually get shit done. Also because I want to watch TV during the day (Master of None isn’t going to watch itself) and I can’t because she watches the one TV that has Netflix.
Sitting on my ass doing essentially nothing while my husband shoveled aforementioned asshole snow. And walked the dogs.
Ringing my neighbor’s doorbell to let them know my cat hangs out in their backyard and, when invited in despite never having met them before, totally scoping out their house and feeling just a smidge better about my housekeeping skills. Which are complete shit, by the way. Which is also okay.
Cheating at Monopoly. Yes, I did it. But in my defense, the husband was playing like a huge dick and I have zero tolerance for that.
Drinking excessive amounts of tea and coffee because it’s fucking cold and I have a Keurig now and it’s just as fun as I imagined.
Watching Straight Outta Compton and realizing that yes, the Oscars completely shit the bed on their nominations this year both in terms of the lack of diversity and not recognizing people who deserve it in favor of people who seem to get nominations based on their names alone. #lookingatyouKateWinslet
Kicking ass at my friend Brynn’s frugality challenge. Even if I don’t win, I have definitely done a much better job of watching my wallet this month. And after the spending orgy known as December, I definitely needed it.
Cursing in basically every paragraph in this post.
P.S. I’m also linking up with the amazing Kathy and Nadine for their Humpday Confessions but that’s tomorrow.