I’ve been stress baking. Today I made an apple pie and croissant bread pudding. Even Mac Daddy is getting in on the kitchen action. He’s making Jennie Perillo’s homemade pasta for dinner.
The house is unkempt. I cannot function when my surroundings are untidy.
I am a nag. This is because my house is messy. I wish I lived with people who share my (impossibly) high standards.
My music selection is all over the board and would screw with algorithms. So far today my rotation has been Neil Diamond, Darius Rucker, Spearhead, 90s Hip Hop, and NPR.
Woman can live on carbs alone. My bread basket overfloweth.
Those extra toasty Cheez-Its are good!
I bought a secret stash of chocolate because I’m tired of the teenagers in this house eating all the treats. Mac Daddy proceeded to tell the boys, “Mom bought a bunch of treats that she’s going to hide.” Insert face palm here.
Life with teenagers is social distancing with or without a pandemic. The boys are either together playing video games, shooting hoops, or listening to music or in their own respective rooms. No one wants to hang out with us, yet they are tired of us.
I realize how hard it must be to be sequestered from your friends when you’re a teenager. Even with awesome, fun, witty parents like us around.
I miss my friends too.
Routine is important to the Virgo way I live my life. I thrive in structure. Uncertainty is rough.
I am going to try to swipe on some mascara and wear regular clothes this week. I cannot go feral in week two.
Vanity has gotten the better of me. I just asked Mac Daddy to trim my mullet. He told me he could never cut a straight line. I’m considering letting him cut it anyway.
In similar news, I just bought hair dye at the Food Lion. Don’t even act surprised that I color my hair.
It’s hard to process all these emotions that blend into a cocktail of equal parts cynicism, hope, fear, and anger.
When in doubt, the Talking Heads have the answers.
Caring for people is a gift, a duty, a privilege, and a burden. Say a prayer for our medical warriors. I know many on the front lines and am proud to count them among my friends. America, we are in good hands.