Today everyone was perfect. The kids were wonderful and beautiful and my husband and them were like in the kitchen laughing gaily while sipping cocktails. They were a bucket of kittens. They were a unicorn painting. Everyone was stellar.
Except me. I sucked.
I didn’t sew. Not a stitch. I wrote this arcane little social justice piece no one will give much of a damn about and those who read will likely think I get all frothed up over unimportant stuff*. I didn’t lift a finger to sort out domestic life (leaving Ralph to clean house, cook food, grab groceries, set the table and serve dinner, and raise our children). I tried to knit something but I’m too inept to figure out how to do a provisional cast-on (yes this is AFTER watching YouTube tutorials). I didn’t even get any television-watching done. I bathed and got dressed – because I have never been in my life so depressed I didn’t do that – but that’s about the only thing I did that made me feel like a human being.
So really? You know those days where you just end up ungrateful and dispirited and you suck? Yeah. That was kind of the overarching sentiment.
* OK, rescinded, a few people liked it and a few more people at least “Like”d it.
How did you come across that Margaret Cho song?
Shoot, I don’t know how, but I ended up on her website and watched a few videos.
Congrats on the bathing and dressing thing. Because that is something I don’t always do.
@Katecake
First of all, LULZ! Secondly, yes, I know what you mean, and thank you for the congrats (seriously). Everyone has their different “eat shit and die” days and markers therein. Have you ever read the FLY lady stuff? I know many people cite this work as helpful but the attendant suggestions (get dressed everyday to SHOES! shine your fucken sink!) grate on me like nutmeg on chai.
I happen to be married to a certain man who really takes a shine to the nightly sink business. Ah, perhaps one day a lady who takes the same shine will meet him and they will madly sanitize our kitchen together. I’ll be sleeping in the bath the whole time.
@luckychrm
Jeanne, I’m shocked. Didn’t you know shining your sink is how you prove you love yourself? 😉
It’s the shoe thing that turns me off the whole business. I mean, what? Huh? The whole thing reeks of Mom Jeans and Painted Sweatshirts. If she told me to get up in the morning and put on TONS OF EYELINER I might be able to get behind it. Also, like hell am I BUYING SPECIAL OIL to shine my sink with.
@Katecake
RIGHT. Like if you could have options. For instance my options might be a 2 PM wakeup, morning coffee, then a shot and a coke out on the porch with a clove cigarette. TELL ME THIS, how is that ritual any worse than the shoes and shit?
I didn’t remember the special oil part.
That’s it, I’m totally shining the sink tonight & posting pics.
Oh yes. They suggest you buy lemon oil.
I’m trying to figure out how to reconcile my night-owl existence with the rest of the world. For instance…the neighbor kids invade when school gets out…and I swear sometimes I am JUST getting it together at 2pm. And then BOOM…3 more kids! AAAAH!
@Katecake
Hey, that’s me too, a total night owl & the kiddo thing too. I figure kids can handle the hijinks at my place. But then, I have unconventional role models.
Ha!
The other day you mentioned the neighbor kid wrecking your place…the neighbor kids come over and are like “Hey, this place is already a dump! Let’s make it worse! Right before their mom makes dinner!”