I just really can’t anymore.
I’m on my way home from a two week trip through China. We went to Beijing, Xi’an, Hangzhou, Wuxi, and Shanghai. It was an incredible (and exhausting) trip.
I’m anxious to get home and order a pizza. Me and traditional Chinese cuisine didn’t get along too well. I was literally laughed out of several restaurants when I asked if anything was vegetarian.
I will say that traveling is a great way to expose kids to new experiences. It was in China that I bought Luca’s first McDonald’s happy meal. 😂🤣
We always try to plan out next trip as soon as we get home. Right now, it’s looking like Petra is our next destination. I can’t wait to get all Indiana Jones on some horses.
A lesson I am trying to learn: just because you shared a past with someone doesn’t mean you have to share a future.
Hey, I managed to make it til 10:30 am on the morning of my birthday before having a complete and total breakdown because my life is a complete mess and time is a cruel beast.
But I got a free venti iced vanilla latte from Starbucks. So there’s that.
Also everyone needs a haircut.
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I really like Rufi Thorpe, and was excited to read this. I still am enjoying it, but this:
The older I get, the more I recognize the leveraging power of ineptitude. My husband can’t cook well; I do the cooking. My husband accidentally shrinks a few sweaters; I do the laundry. My husband can’t lactate; the baby comes to New York. In his inability to do things, he is excused from labor. In my rush to excel, to shine, to be a good wife and mother, I have done nothing but ensure my labor will be lengthy and unpaid.
For me, the problem then, is not in some platonic incompatibility between art and motherhood, a conflict between the mundane and the celestial, the safe and the unsettling. The conflict is between the selfishness of the artist and the selflessness of a mother…
I often feel that the work I do around the house is the work of an invisible person. How else could my husband consistently leave his underwear tucked behind the bathroom door? His wet towel on the bed? Surely, he does not imagine me, swearing, swooping to pick up his damp, crumpled briefs with a child on one hip as I listen to a podcast and ponder going gluten free. He is not making a statement with his actions, saying, “Here, wife, pick up after me.” Instead, I think that on some level he believes that he lives in an enchanted castle where the broom comes to life and sweeps, and the teapot pours itself.
this shit is infuriating. How do so many women - smart, ambitious, accomplished, etc - end up like this? With incompetent men who get to opt out of being actual partners and instead become children? How do you even HAVE a kid with a man like this? Like how do you get it up to procreate with them? It’s baffling.
I ask myself this question Every. Fucking. Day.
Like, I have * a lot * of bad qualities, but today someone called me shallow and disingenuous and at least call me names that are accurate?
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fuck your goddamned guns
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Bennet: Fly fishing gear Biden: Brake pads Cory: Marvel Studios Bullock: I like a nice slab serif, but who are you? Fix your kerning and you have two different blues! Pete: Trendy jeans Julian: Should’ve made your accent red De Blasio: Gross, try again without Power Point Delaney: Blank VHS tapes? Tulsi: Multiplayer space game for Playstation Gillibrand: Sex and the City Gravel: Is that the Discovery Channel font? Are you rocks? Harris: Unbreakable Kamala Schmidt Hickenlooper: The studio that brought you Minions Inslee: Too pharmaceutical. Ask your Dr if Inslee is right for you. Amy: No one knows you, Amy. Stop acting like we’re on first name basis. Wayne: Talk to Amy Seth: Feels gross to say and the arrow in your star points right, so that’s awkward Beto: Actual Whataburger spicy ketchup Tim Ryan: Please don’t copy Cory’s work. Eyes on your own paper. Bernie: Toothpaste Swalwell: Top Gun Warren: Expensive spring water. That N makes my jaw hurt. Marianne: Cosmetics Yang: Small airline
THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING OH MY GODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!
I don’t know why I find this so funny, but I do. This woman should stop teaching yoga and offer to rewrite people’s resumes.
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List of reasons for admission into a mental asylum in 1864-1889
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tag yourself i’m seduction & disappointment
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Im over action of the mind and women trouble
flowisaconstruct
Over taxing mental powers
jewleshasbadideas
Exposure and quackery, clearly
duckandorpenguin
Self abuse
Gathering in the Head
semicullen
Congestion of brain
Bad habits and political excitement.
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Everyone outside of USA:
So in Las Vegas, when you call 911, the operator determines the extent of the emergency. If there’s no immediate need for an ambulance, they send a Lyft.
I’ve never watched Game of Thrones, and I think the last Marvel movie I watched was the first Iron Man.
This Monday morning is reminiscent of high school when all the cool kids were talking about a weekend party I wasn’t invited to.
(I’m glad everyone had an enjoyable weekend. Mine was, too, just in a different way. 🤷♀️)
I have a first edition copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. It is the most valuable thing I own. I’ve managed to hold on to it for years, even when I was in dire financial circumstances.
Today, my husband used it as a coaster.
I’m trying to find my way back to this place, back to this community but it feels weird. In my mind you are frozen where I left you, but in reality you’ve been moving on. I’m not sure if I should play catch up or quietly slip away happy that life rolls on without me.
Not sure which is worse: the fact that my Valentine’s Day dinner was with my mom or that she cancelled.
🤦♀️