There’s this throbbing pain deep within my eye sockets that serves as a reminder to never belt out cold and broken hallelujahs with Jeff Buckley before ugly crying in the grocery store parking lot. Six days ago and the headache rages on.
But you guys, life is tough!
Certainly not unbearably or even any more so than usual, so don’t get all weird on me, but it’s enough to deserve mentioning every once in a while to keep you from thinking that I’m a robot.
No way did you ever think that, but still.
Somewhat related, can you actually take video games away from your six-year-old until the day she moves out? Because I told her that I was doing that yesterday while she sassed and stomped away from me in the Target parking lot. Let’s be real, I’ll probably break before then with all the whining she’s sure to do and the whole pain in the eye socket thing, but I think she believed me for a second and that ruled.
It’s normal to feel like you’re not doing anything right, right?