Before we go any farther, let it be known that I am sitting at my desk right now, and I can feel my carefully-tucked stomach fat slowly starting to ooze its’ way out of my high-waist pants.
But that’s okay, in roughly about, oh, I don’t know, 5 or so hours I’ll be able to peel these suckers off of my body, rub out the very deep markings embedding in my skin, and decide the rest of the night will be pants free.
But bless! Tomorrow is my day off! Except it’s not, because I have a work lunch to go to tomorrow.
Oh, and I only have a quarter tank of gas. How am I going to get through this??
Okay, 5 min later and I cleared out the savings I REALLY shouldn’t touch (not like there was much in there anyways), and put money in the account I’m allowed to spend money in.
Alrighty, so let’s play a game called, “I’m terrible with money, let’s justify recent expenses.” All the fun of ignoring the responsibility of needing to save, but this way I can live in blissful ignorance!
Jaws (I.E beautiful daughter of mine) left daycare crabby because she needed a snack. I couldn’t let her starve! It was necessary to stop and get her something from Chick-fil-A! And since we were there, mommy may as well eat too.
Batmom left her reusable coffee mug at work and had to be up earlier than normal, how could I take my coffee to go? One trip to Starbucks won’t hurt, right?
Batmom couldn’t find the motivation to clean the kitchen and forgot to pull out the meat from the freezer, so there was nothing to cook, even if the kitchen was clean. Order pizza for dinner, and again for lunch while at work! It’ll be ok!
AND BATMOM LOSES THIS ROUND, ALL SHE GETS IS A TRIP STRAIGHT TO THE FRIDGE FOR THE WINE TO HELP ERASE THESE ISSUES.
I’m going insane.