i accidentally signed up for a cooking class thinking it was just a casual meal prep thing but showed up in my sweats and it turned out to be this fancy gourmet event. the instructor looked at me like i was a lost puppy while i panicked over chopping onions and burned my hand on the stove, it was like a bad sitcom moment.
so after finally getting the bill for my daughter's 4-month NICU stay, i'm convinced the insurance company is just a group of people who sat around deciding which hospital expenses they could assign to "adventure fees" and then sent me a postcard to celebrate my initiation into the absurdity of life and finance—like thanks for reminding me that a single needle costs more than my college education.
spent two hours cleaning one small section of my kitchen counter today and felt like that was enough achievement for the week while all my friends are landing big promotions and planning trips, meanwhile i am here trying to decide if i should splurge on takeout or just eat the last of the frozen veggies.
spent two hours cleaning one small section of my kitchen counter today and felt like that was enough achievement for the week while all my friends are landing big promotions and planning trips, meanwhile i am here trying to decide if i should splurge on takeout or just eat the last of the frozen veggies.
sometimes i just think about how my dreams of being a writer turned into scrolling through gig apps instead. the stories in my head feel like dust collecting in a corner while i deliver food to people who don't even look up.