The Continuing Apocalypse

This last week has sucked. I am running on vapors at this point and have zero patience left. I’ve been taking care of my son from 7am until 1pm, trying to get stuff done around the house until 2pm when my kid inevitably wakes up early from his nap, then working from 3pm when my husband comes on childcare duty until I crash at night, usually around 9 or 10pm. It’s taking a toll on me, mentally and physically. I want to feel lucky to have a job that I can work from home, and to still have an income. But I don’t feel that way. I feel exhausted, and I don’t know how I’m going to sustain this much longer. This is untenable, and I’m tired. I’m tired of losing my patience with my kid because I’m in pain and out of energy. I’m tired of getting emails from the company I work for telling me how valued I am as an employee while also saying they definitely can’t give us leave to assist with childcare because it’ll hurt their bottom line. I’m tired of working late into the night so some CEO can make an extra million this year. I’m just tired.

I’m taking a few hours off today. I have a migraine, so I’m going to go sleep and try to pretend the world isn’t collapsing all around me. Maybe things will be better when I wake up.


And I missed a day. I knew it was bound to happen, especially once the apocalypse started. That doesn’t particularly make me feel better about it, but here we are. I was kind of bummed out about it earlier, but at this point in the day, I’ve come to terms with it. The point, after all, is to write more frequently, which I’m still doing. And post Easter, the once a day post thing isn’t going to keep happening anyway. It’s way too much. So, really, it’s fine. If there was a goal I was going to miss, that was the most arbitrary one I could get.

Ice Cream Time

I won’t go into all the reasons why today was… not great, but it was not. All those fun indoor activities I had planned did not work out, and instead of cheering myself up today, I’ve ended up in a worse mood than ever.

So, today became a good day for ice cream. I’ll just pretend that this sundae in a cup was not actually my dinner.

Ice cream

Pi Day Sucks

So, technically Pi Day (3/14) is the anniversary of when I started my blog. I’ve been hacked since then, so I had to delete all the old posts, but I’m pretty sure that’s when I began a bunch of years ago. So I was going to do something cool, and bake a pie from my new Supernatural cookbook as a way to celebrate my writing anniversary and SPN’s last season. I was super excited about it.

Then the universe saw what I was planning and said:

“No, you know what? Fuck you, actually.”

So, instead of spending a fun day baking, I have spent a miserable day on my sofa suffering from food poisoning. And with a nationwide run on toilet paper, this is the worst possible timing for random stomach issues.

I’m certain the universe hates me.

Seriously, a small blue trash can.
I’d like to dedicate this post to my office trash can. Once an ordinary waste bin, it really stepped up today as an emergency bucket. And, dear God, yes, this is how my day has been going.