I have a problem with sticking my foot in my mouth. I’m spectacular at shoving my size 8 foot into my size 4 mouth. In fact, if I were a celebrity, that’s what I’d be famous for..putting my foot so far into my mouth it’s amazing it doesn’t get stuck there and have to be surgically removed.
I did it again yesterday on one of my Facebook groups. I absolutely do not want to repeat what I said, but apparently I was in the wrong for even THINKING what I said, let alone posting it where the world (or at least a smallish group of very angry women) could read it.
I’m supposed to be in self imposed quarantine (which I am) and during this very dark, horribly scary time I’m supposed to be thinking about how shitty my life is right now, worry about how much worse it could (and probably will) get and how dare I think of anything even REMOTELY selfish at a time like this when SOME people have it SO MUCH WORSE?
Oh and why aren’t I enjoying ALL the quality time with my son?
Which I did try to do, honestly. But he was more eye-rolly and “Ugh why did you force me to watch that?” than appreciative when I tried to have parental bonding time while watching “Ace Ventura: Pet Detective” with him while it stormed outside yesterday afternoon. And I failed at today’s parental bonding time too–I fell asleep in the middle of “Back To The Future” (one of his favorite movies) and he got mad at me.
Honestly, all I want to do right now is sleep. Like..all day. I’ve cleaned my house, pretty thoroughly, three times now. And there’s laundry to be folded but I can’t find the energy to actually fold it (which is pretty much how I always feel about laundry, actually). I went to the Dollar Tree today, ostensibly to see if they had any toilet paper (they did not) and ALMOST bought a tank top and a Sharpie, just so I could write “COVID-19 can kiss my shiny white butt” on it.
Almost. I thought about it for longer than I should have.
I am SO DAMN BORED.
I am sick of TV.
I don’t feel like reading or crocheting right now. All I want to do is frigging sleep and spend hours mindlessly scrolling through various craft supply websites drooling over yarn I can’t even have because we are trying not to spend money unless it’s an absolute necessity.
And no, $50 worth of Mandala from Lionbrand.com doesn’t count as a necessity, even though the poncho I want to make would look SO pretty in that one colorway I really am loving right now (I think it’s called Unicorn or Fairy or something. I forget.). And no, 4 cat-faced charms, jump rings and lobster claw clippy things from Michaels.com aren’t necessary either (even though they’d make kick-ass stitch markers).
Ugh. This SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS.