July 22, 2019
The weirdest thing about living with mom and doing all the housework and all the cooking is that you have to think about and plan what you’re having for dinner every night.
My life used to be so different. I’d just stop for happy hour on the way home from work. And when I worked late, there was happy hour from 9 to midnight at Applebee’s. Sometimes I’d do McDonald’s. Or I’d have leftover Thai from lunch. Always, someone was going out for dinner or drinks after work somewhere. Always.
I can’t imagine doing this meal planning business and having to take care of kids. How in the fuck do people do that? And then working, too? And I have never done so much laundry in my life. Every day, like three loads. Blankets and towels mostly. What the fuck? At least they’re easy to fold. Except for fitted sheets. OMG I’ll say it again. Whoever invented fitted sheets should be put up against a wall and shot.
I don’t know. Good thing I wasn’t a stay-at-home person. That’s all I gotta say. It’s hard work and it sucks. Boring as fuck. And endless. Like pushing a stone up a hill, watching it roll down, and pushing it up the hill again, and watching it roll down… You know, that story. (I looked it up. It was Sisyphus.)
