As an introvert, going to the grocery store every morning of a beach trip is the cheat code. We always needed to restock something and I got to be alone. Win, win.
These dupes because I’m lusting after the $400 pair.
This. It’s my new top dog. If you’re used to an aerosol, use less!
Having a 9 and 12 year old. It really feels like the bigger kid sweet spot
Carly Lloyd holding it down at the FIFA commentators table like 29340 weeks pregnant
This recipe. The first night I served over rice, wrap style will be for lunches.
These, a new gluten free find for me. Why is it the simplest gf products that bring me the most joy?
The crazy amount of tasks I get done on the return travel from a trip/when I’m facing down real life
This little number for my girlies who like a little arm coverage
*The matching shorts. They are basically undies. I kept them, but whoa.
Typing with my busted finger
This dress because I can’t tell if it’s cute or stupid
Meghan Thee Stallion’s swimwear line the Love Island girls were forced to wear (especially Kenzie’s cheesy one piece)
High School Musical turning 20 this summer because I am old
Every single thing made here
The new curly Instagram font
How much stuff it takes to survive on the beach with 4 kids aged 2.5-11
Post camp laundry. Gross.
When people make grocery shopping a group activity. Like please, we need to be able to get in and get out, not dodge your group project in the aisles.
Ok let’s play a new game called “Diagnose Me”
I’m wondering if this little life long habit of mine is an original experience or if anyone else does this too. Also, please let me know if this is a diagnosable offense.
So every single night I need to take medication at bedtime. Super normal. It’s important medicine: hormones, SSRI, you know, the good stuff. It needs to be every day and bedtime is the most reliable time.
But every single night, I have a mental battle about taking them. Some nights, I “let myself off the hook” from taking them, especially if I’ve been “good” and have taken them consistently for however nights in a row that feels worthy of the good label.
When I do take them on time, I’m overly proud of myself and feel like a weight has been lifted from my bedtime/chill out/scroll routine.
It doesn’t matter how the pills are stored (currently, I have a cute, labeled little pill caddy) the feelings are the same. Doesn’t matter if I’m deathly ill or it’s just a regular night, I cannot be trusted. I will have this mental battle and some nights, I’ll just….pass on taking them.
So, what say you, my internet friends. Is this unique to me? Do we need a new level of medical professional to step in? Diagnose, commiserate, make suggestions in the comments, I can take it!
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