After a few nights of little sleep due to stress (and please don’t assume I’m stress free because I’m a SAHM) I decided to figure out what I was so uptight about by writing down some of the questions I ask myself in a day. Not out loud silly, internally, like psychotics do. Here they are, in no particular order…
Why is my house so messy?
Should I have left my bangs longer?
Did I spend too much at Costco?
How do other people spend so much money without feeling guilty?
When was the last time we had a date night?
Do people really have date nights or is a cleaver ploy by babysitters and the mid-range priced restaurants?
Should we be eating organic?
Can we afford to eat organic?
Am I a good mom?
Will yelling at my kids screw them up?
Does Botox really hurt?
Should I really be the only one doing all of the housework now? Really?
Do we have enough money going towards retirement?
What am I going to do with Elizabeth’s hair?
Should I wear makeup more often?
Why can’t I stop eating junk food?
Jesus Norman Reedus is hot.
Is Elizabeth on track in school?
Why am I so cheap when other people piss away all of their money and seem fine with it?
Why am I being judgemental?
Shouldn’t my days be more productive than this?
If I don’t have a job, is it lazy of me to get the kids to do chores?
Why is my kid such a douchebag?
How serious is Addison’s stutter?
Do we spend enough “quality time” with the kids? Or with each other?
Holy crap is Pharrell Williams hot.
Do the kids think I’m a good mom?
Should we open the kids up to various religions?
Is this my eighth Oreo? Shit.
That was just a small sampling of the constant questioning that goes on in my head in a day. Thank the stars for sexy famous people to mix it up a little, otherwise I may go for a walk and never return. Maybe if I had a job I could afford a therapist, but until then, I’m self medicating with Oreos.
Enjoy your Thursday everyone ❤