Do you ever feel like you just can’t keep up cuz I’m there now. I’m going on day 4 of not washing my hair (God bless you Dove dry shampoo) or not shaving my legs. I haven’t opened up the mail in weeks. Why open it up? Not like it’s going to be a check for a million dollars or a letter from a friend. Do you know I used to wait for the mailman as a child? It was a time when the mail meant fun letters or magazines. Now it just brings anxiety that can only be stifled with alcohol or a prescription.
The laundry is a never-ending nightmare. I did no less than….and I shit you not……6 loads this past weekend. How can 4 people wear this much clothing? No one in the family is on board with my idea of a naked day. I thought it would cut back on a ton of laundry. Alas, It’s just piles upon piles of uniforms, towels, sheets, jeans, sweatshirts, etc. I’ve almost stopped washing my own clothes in an effort to cut down on laundry. I’ll have heaping mounds of laundry folded while there is this dainty pile consisting of 1 jean, a thong and a pair of socks. Ok, between the not washing of the hair, not shaving my legs and barely washing my clothes, I don’t sound like a very hygienic person right now, do I? I swear I’m not going down that path.
I once saw this hilarious meme that said WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME I’LL COOK BECAUSE I’M THE MOM. It’s so true. In addition to putting in 8 hours of work and a 1 hour, 40 minute commute today, I also made the following:
- 2 breakfasts
- 4 lunches
- Mongolian Beef
- Drove to the nearest Chinese restaurant to pick up fried rice for the Mongolian Beef
And I hate to cook!
So today, I got my first product review offer that actually paid money! I was over the moon but disappointed because I had to turn it down. It was to review a toy that was way too young for my sons and didn’t fit with my blog. When I read the product description, I was taken aback when I read dog-fight:
To be on the safe side, I Googled “are dog fights legal?” When Google promptly returned info that they weren’t, I reached out to the vendor and told them that dog fights are illegal in the United States and it must have been lost in translation.
Later that day I picked up my oldest from soccer. I told him about the product review offer and the dog fight description. He then informed me that dog fights are aerial battles, often times within close proximity. I just shook my head in disbelief of my stupidity. I cringed that not only did I send the vendor an email, but I also gave the website we used to connect with, a “heads up” that I had let them know dog fight was being misused. You know, I wanted to save them the trouble of letting the vendor know because genius over here (moi) had already informed them.
The vendor was gracious and quickly responded, “you are so nice. Thanks for letting us know.” You know what? I would have been totally on board with them addressing me in that email as Mrs. Jack Ass.