In my 20s I used to get awful Sunday Scaries. You know about em? Melancholy tied to a weekly calendar I guess is the best way to describe it. Mine felt like a weight on the chest. But not stagnant, it really had a pulse of its own. Pounding out the seconds. Doom doom doom. An emo soundtrack to whatever errand I had coherced my feet into pretending they cared to help tick off a list solely designed to busy body and escape the doom to which they now walked. The weight somehow pulled on the optic nerve and drained the color out of everything too. That was the worst part. The dullness of it all.
Maybe it was lack of routine. Maybe it was because being a girl in your 20s is weird in general. And for me, maybe that decade had an air of structured aimlessness that felt phony as fuck.
Anyway, I could wax poetic for hours and maybe sometime I will (or maybe I have before? Lol 🐟) but I don’t get them Sunday Scaries no mo. Not even a tickle. I noticed a few years ago, they just POOF were gone. Sundays are the TGIF of the parenting ilk and I’m ready to kick back with a glass of red, flash some titties n tuck into some fucking PROGRAMMING, ya know? I get to drop those cuties in bed (xtra early cuz ya know, SKOOL NIGHT) and just bask in the total exhaustion of it all. What a dream.
Not saying if you get Sunday scaries you should have kids, just saying…you could…certainly try it? …lol. Of course I coulda just gotten a therapist but where’s the yogurt flung across the couch in that! Too boring if you ask me! 😛
Have a good week everybody. Don’t let the scaries get you down if they creeping. Or do. Listen to the new Olivia Rodrigo n cry about some tween shit. Feel the feeeeels.
Hope you’re having a lovely long weekend if you’re in America etc. or…happy Monday to everyone else?
I’m toasted from beach weekend alone w bbs but still found the energy to…take this out of the box? I drew the line at the Philips head 😂 Such a cliche.
someone pls cum do it for me thxxx. willing to beg. 🐾
(against all probability and despite definitely NOT trying)
Had mixed feelings. Maybe even an initial HARD PASS. But then, idk, once the initial shock wore off I came here and looked at all the fun lil side by side belly photos and posi vibes. Then I looked at my son’s giggly sweet face and how much I love bein a mom n said, well i said…AIGHT FUCK IT LET’S GOOOOOOOO.
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Yesterday I lost the baby.
The idea of the baby bc it really was just a few cells globbed together that I’d only known about for a couple days. Anyway, nm.
bit my lip eating a festive cupcake at a Xmas party so Xmas is canceled again. bakeries are canceled. taking down my Xmas tree. It’s done. It’s over. Returning all the presents. Canceling plane tickets. not overreacting. 100% not going to change my mind on this.
