And then, tonight, for good measure I had my fair share of corned beef and cabbage with plenty of helpings of Irish soda bread. Take that, 20 lb Weight Loss. I'll show you who's boss.
So, what the hell is up with Daylight Saving Time? It seems that extra 60 minutes of precious sunlight has seeped deep into the brains of my children and activated an ancient Reptilian sector that had long lain dormant.
Seriously, what the hell?
Last night, way PAST midnight, they were running around giggling maniacally. Sure, they were happy. But Manoj and I were not. Co-sleeping traditionally defined, means everyone sleeps together and the kids were ruining the gig.
Also, there is no 's" after the "Saving", the word is supposed to singular. I know...I know.... I am an uppity bitch about words. Flog me now (be careful though, I might like it.) Why is it singular? Are we rescuing the earth ONE hour at a time? Huh? I have always wondered. We are not really saving anything - all we did is screw over Morning in a vain attempt to appease persnickety Evening.
I am over-run with social media and am trying to pare down... down... down. Again. Facebook? I am culling the herd. Twitter? It is not worth my time to follow when it is not reciprocated. I do not expect the likes of Alan Sepinwall, Jennifer Weiner, Finslippy and Shit My Dad Says to follow me back - obviously. For sure, I know how my bread is buttered (speaking of which, where the fuck is my bread? Did one of the kids eat it?) Anyway, those folks are entertaining and dependable for garnering a laugh or two. So, they stay. If a person is boring and does not even bother to follow me back? Click. Buh-bye. After all, it is not like they will notice.
I have been using Friend or Follow. The best part is this "processing message":
If you're popular, this might take awhile.
I have used this site a few times now and believe me, it never, ever takes awhile. Message? Received!
Cleaning out my Google reader is trickier. I am trying to let go of some bloggers who I have read for years, but for some reason or another, I feel it is unhealthy to allow such negativity in my life. But it is more difficult to let go than I thought it would be. I do a fairly good job of keeping out things that make me feel bad - like the "review" blogs or the "perfect mommy" blogs that make me feel bad for not having a pretty, pretty home with streak-free windows and kids (Meagan Francis of Happiest Mom had an excellent, thought-provoking post on this topic the other day. Also, her site should be called Happiest LIFE, because her site is relevant for all of us, regardless if we have children or not. Why are you reading the crap I write here when you could reading quality words over there?)
No, I am not talking about those sorts the Life is Perfect blogs. I am talking about run-of-the-mill identity blogs written by average folks where little things said get under my skin and I walk away wondering if the blogger meant to be insulting or not. At times, Captain Subtext has a tendency to shout at me and furthermore, The Captain often over-reacts.
Obviously, the problem is mine. And yes. I know what I need to do. But it is hard moving on from places you have been reading for years. Click....click......click.
Is it hard for you to unsubscribe from a blog you have been reading for years? Is it only me?