Remember how you “forgot” that you had your kids on your weekend and then your “plans to be out of town fell through” and some “new plans have come up in town” and you thought it would be “best to keep to the plan since it’s already been communicated” to your kids? Yeah, I’m sure they’d be really bummed out if mummy surprised them with the original day they were looking forward to spending with you. Bravo. Really, exquisite work.
Here’s the deal, though: I can see what you’re “busy” with.
For starters, those exercise classes you’ve been broadcasting on your social media don’t work when you stuff your face with pizza and mac ‘n cheese (in bed) right after. Let’s face it, you hit your plateau around a year ago.
Didn’t you just paint your hobbit toes, like, two days ago in anticipation of a date? Oh, sorry, did you find out he had a girlfriend and had to cancel your trip because he’s another dude (who lives with his mother) rejecting you? Oops. Yeah, you should definitely go to the nail salon and spend more money on your broken feelings.
Ooooh, then you went on a #datenight at your ex husband’s former restaurant! That’s smart, considering you probably don’t want him to know that you’re frolicking around aimlessly instead of spending time with your fucking kids. It’s ok, I’ll be the mum they need.
OMG, and the next day you actually got up and went to…wait for it…THE SPA!? NO WAY! That never happens. You poor thing, I’m sure your fat ass got really overworkef by laying around on the couch and was in dire need of some #selfcare.
Then you got really adventurous, found a book store (first time in 37 years) and actually went in to browse the display. Wow. You’re so intelligent. I can’t even start to compete with you. Wait, and you brought home a vintage book with Buddha on the cover that “spoke to you” (and will simmer in a layer of filth and animal hair until you never pick it up)? Damn, girl, you ooze worldliness and zen.
Oh shit, you’ll never believe this: I just asked your kids and they said they hadn’t bathed or brushed their teeth once while in your care last week! Shocker, I know. But you! You did manage to take your beloved bathbomb-bath with all the #bathessentials last night. They must not be deserving of such royal treatments, those little bastards. It must be really difficult to rally and teach them proper hygiene. At our home it takes a whole “Whose turn is it to shower?” to make sure they’re clean. Can you even imagine how hard that is to ask every night?
And today! This is a good one. Today I got a text message from a girlfriend who follows one of your social media feeds for a daily pick-me-up, with a screen grab of you laying in bed with your #bae at 11 o’clock in the morning. Lucky dogs. (Literally, you call your your dog bae. This is totally normal.) But check it out: by 11am this morning your kids were fed twice, had brushed their teeth, played a board game and tidied up their room without looking at a single screen. All this while I also took care of an infant. Can you even imagine? But then, by 2pm today you took a another strenuous bath and got to forcefully crack open a case of wine from one of your many winery adventure with mummy (paid for by mummy).
Your life is the hardest. Being a delusional princess is a huge responsibility and I really don’t know how you manage to juggle all your personal appointments while your children are minded by others.