Friday, March 19, 2021Impossible
Apparently I like to need toilet paper on March 18th. Timehop says that on this exact day last year, I secured a decent-sized package even as there was exactly one roll left in our house. I have now matured as an adult and become panicked about these things much earlier, so when I ran to Target tonight in a tizzy because we needed it, there were six rolls tucked safely in the pantry.
It's amazing how a pandemic can lead to personal growth.
My panic shopping on the anniversary of another panic shopping trip made me think about how very limited my ventures into the world have been for the past year. Y'all, I go to Target, Marshall's, and a few other places, but that's about it. I've ventured to the Outlets twice in a year, but haven't even been in the parking lot of a mall.
Do malls still exist? I'm not entirely sure.
I was never a big mall person, but I certainly went to them for work clothes. Banana Republic and Anne Taylor are my jam ... or they were my jam. Now that nobody cares what I look like below the shoulders, I exist on Target Chic. Sometimes I get fancy and throw a Sam's Club clearance sweatshirt in there. It's wild because LITERALLY NOBODY CARES.
I went from making sure I was dressed just a little more professionally than actually required (blazers and jeans were my uniform in The Before Times) to completely not caring and having it not matter at all.
I overdressed because I was the rare woman existing in a man's world. Overdressing was the only way to battle the completely unneccessary comments from random people. They were comments that were especially stupid since the men literally wore sloppy t-shirts with their jeans but WHATEVER.
The virtual work world is a bit more leveled, and I've only worn real shoes once in the past year. That's definitely an upside.
Apparently I Do Titles with Words Again
I already mentioned that Mila is a giant mess when it comes to the time change and hahahahalolsob ... it's still going on. The kid simply does not adjust. And, uh, I have to admit that I resemble that remark.
Yeah, I suck at it, too.
But at least I don't turn into a cannonball and run around looking for ships to sink.
Mila still doesn't sleep in her own bed. I long ago gave up on the notion that she might, to the point that she currently doesn't even have a bed. She hasn't even noticed that I took her bed out of her room to make space for other things which speaks VOLUMES. There's no intent. And I don't care. But that means I wake up with a little person wrapped around me each morning. It's actually kind of great, except for the part that ever since the time change hit, the kid is whiiiiiiiining when I try to get up.
"Momma! I need more cuddles!"
The child doesn't do mornings when we're on this side of the time change and she's trying to sucker me into joining her and staying asleep for as long as possible.
It's evil.
And diabolical.
And genius.
It has worked a few times, though only for about 10 minutes because momma has work to do, please and thank you, but maaaan. The temptation.
Left to her own devices, that child could convince anyone of anything. She's THAT good.
