Dodging Sunday Scaries

*Deep breath* Well Sunday, here we are again. Its 7:30 PM, the Monday morning feeling is setting in, and I am regretting all life decisions that have led me to this moment. Last week was a shit show to put it in the nicest way possible. I was tired, the kids were tired, I cried,

Adulting

I am so over adulting. There, I said it. I know you were all thinking it, so let me address the elephant in the room by saying – hunny, skip the glass, drinking from the bottle with your pinky up is still considered classy. If you think about it, nobody really asked for this bullshit.

What the F*ck?

“What the actual f*ck?” I say to myself AT LEAST 57 times a day in my head. There are just some moments at this age that I can’t fathom what screws could possibly be loose that cause people to act in the manner that they do. Now, being the young adult I consider myself to

Hey There

“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” Barbra Jordan Welcome to the life of a young adult with the mindset of a geriatric, blue-haired, old lady with 3 children.