So, I’ve been thinkin’…
…my hair is pissing me off. I’ve had a pixie cut for almost three years, and as much as I love it, I’m just feeling a change. Plus, it’s easier to have longer hair when you’re an actor and look as obnoxiously young as I do (not humblebragging. I seriously look like I’m 16. I get a lot of judgey looks when I’m out with Ethan). I failed to take into account the fact that the in-between stage means I have total Mom Hair. I like being a mom, but I’m 24. I do not need Mom Hair to prove myself. I’m not yet at the soccer stage.
…all the ab exercises I have been doing for the past six weeks aren’t even making a dent. It seriously crossed my mind for a hot second that I’d rather just be pregnant again than try to solve the flab issue. And then I was like “INCORRECT” and did some crunches.
…Ethan was so weird tonight. He ate four ounces at about 2:30, then absolutely nothing before bed, passed out until 11:30, chugged eight ounces, and passed out again. If this is any indication his eating habits wind up being as bad as mine were for the later part of my adolescence, he’s in big trouble and will require some intervention.
…not to totally white whine or anything, but my laptop is messed up and my Kindle isn’t holding a charge quite like it used to.
…I’m sitting in the dark, alone, on the internet, at 2:00 AM. When did I regress to my 19-year-old self? All I need now is some ice cream, twenty extra pounds, a zealous love of Harry Potter, and a hefty dose of self-loathing and we’re officially in a time warp.
…to clarify, I still freakin’ love Harry Potter. I’ve just calmed down about it a bit in favor of gushing over YA dystopian fiction these days.
…I’m disappointed that there are no potato chips in my house.