Who doesn’t love a good parody? Certainly no one I want to hang out with, amirite? So if you haven’t checked out this Instagram account, you’re seriously missing out.
This lady right here might be my most perfect spirit animal. Celeste Barber re-creates celebrity Instagrams and never fails to NAIL IT!
Watch out, people-who-take-yourselves-far-too-seriously. She’s on the case and you’re officially on notice. Not even Beyonce is safe.
Maxine Waters, you get me. You really do. If only life worked like a congressional hearing. Sadly, unlike Steve Mnuchin, kids generally give zero sh*ts about The Maxine Stare.
I sometimes wish I could tell my kids “RECLAIMING MY TIME” after a morning of
screaming that their pants “aren’t soft enough” challenging moments, so that we can leave for school just 20 minutes late instead of typical 30. But sadly life with little humans doesn’t work that way.
Time is short and precious and not to be wasted. And yet so much of it is– out of fear, other commitments,
meetings that should be emails, layoffs, or arguing about stuff that doesn’t matter. I kind of wish more of my time would be wasted by someone praising my accomplishments, but hey– please somebody do that that’s beside the point.
My point is that wasting time can be terrifying to us. It can be a cycle of paralysis, perfectionism, and procrastination. When a burden weighs heavy, it takes Maxine-level guts to speak up to it and get going on something– anything– productive.
Creatives are typically passionate people, but that passion is not an on/off switch that can be easily worked with 100% of the time. Everyone has off days
not Maxine Waters but they’re the days to recharge and scope out the next step to get over that bump.
So today I’m digging for my inner-Maxine and trying to remember that the time spent these last two months
occasionally taking naps in my job search was not wasted. I’m reclaiming my time as being part of the process.
Go forth and give the world your Maxine Stare, folks.
Stand up. Be productive. Take the step. But also remember to take time to reclaim that time as your own.
Rage-cleaning: (reyj klee-ning); verb.
Cleaning with an angry fury, violent anger (sometimes used in combination). Now available! Should be taken daily with a meal, preferably one with a lot of bread.
Active ingredients include: pent-up lack of patience, unexpected unemployment, small, sharp toys, loud music from the late 90’s, and nearly every carb in the house.
All kidding aside, I’ve been channeling my unexpected unemployment/job-hunt frustration into some nice changes to our house. We moved in a year ago, but since I was 5 months pregnant at the time and started a new job the same week, not a whole lot of updates and decorating got done. So in effort to actually DO those, I’ve been doing some rage-cleaning. Which leads to rage-decorating. Which eventually leads to rage-crafting, but I’ll get to that later.
Curtains got put up. Temporary wallpaper finally got placed. The playroom was finally organized and set up. The new house numbers finally got installed on the door. It’s been a nice distraction as I play the waiting game on so many fronts.
Plus, I figure I may as well do it now. Once I get a job, the house will probably go back to a permanent disaster area until the kids are at least 18. But that’s ok, they’re just
being obsinate making memories.
It’s International Self Care Day today! What are my fellow feral housewives doing to keep their mind in the middle? Here’s a list of my five favorites.
- Read a magazine. You know, one
from the GIANT PILE OF PARENTING MAGAZINES UNDER MY NIGHTSTAND that you’d never want to be seen reading in public. The kind that are always lying around when you get a pedicure, so you slyly grab one to quickly catch up on Prince William & Kate world affairs while that perfect shade of Madame President red dries perfectly on your callused toes poor, tired feet.
- Take a drive. I don’t know about you, but I LOVE to discover new places, so sometimes I’ll just go out and explore roads I’ve passed but never been down. Because I’m still fairly new here, it’s not hard.
- Rage clean. Sometimes self-care for me means cleaning up my kid-ruled house, if only for an hour or so. I’m so much more calm waking up to a clutter-free bedroom, or
a nice clean floor where that pile of magazines used to be under my nightstand a living room free of errant dog bones, tumbleweeds of dog hair or singing Daniel Tiger characters. Plug in the vacuum and say OMMMMMMMMMMM……
- Go go a thrift store. It never fails to put me in a happy place. Where else can you go through thousands of people’s closets and
quietly judge their taste find something absolutely perfect for the price of a coffee. It’a a bit of an obsession of mine, really.
- Put your hands in the dirt. Similar to rage cleaning, but outside with fresh air and neighbors watching. I like pulling weeds, picking berries, and occasionally getting
a little too crazy with the hedgetrimmers a good workout in. It’s a great way to feel better about life, lawn, and the world in general.
I’m re-reading (ok, listening to it this time….yeesh…) Amy Poehler’s YES PLEASE! the last few days. It has me laughing out loud in the car, and gives me the ability to withstand the “MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!” constantly echoing from the backseat. I have to say, she’s a TOTAL SHERO on so many levels. Successful, funny, yet willing to admit that at times, also a complete disaster.
I love her honesty and determination. I envy her ability to juggle it all and her
fleet of nannies boundless energy. But mostly I love that she just–keeps– going. This was a quote from her book that keeps rolling through my head. I wish we all did this more, the world would be so much better for it.
High five, AMY!