I’d rather be watching Grey’s Anatomy
Remember that time you decided to watch 1 episode of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix because you were tired and lazy that day, and then you look at the clock and it’s 2 weeks later and you know more about Meredith Grey than yourself?
And you know when you are trying to eat healthy so that you can teach your baby good eating habits so you wait until you put her to bed and then you eat an embarrassing amount of ice cream that you won’t admit to in a public forum (4 bowls)?
I don’t see anything wrong with eating ice cream until you want to die.
These occurrences are called: real life.
People gunna be eatin’ shitty and watchin’ shitty tv that melts their brains… that’s real life. We aren’t perfect. Moms… well women in general… have a very difficult time accepting that they are not perfect. It is our natural instinct to take care of everyone else and put ourselves last. It isn’t necessarily noble. It’s just the fact of life. We are better than men.
I’m just kidding.
Why am I talking about this? Well, I have been struggling with the idea that I should be productive at all times. Like… apparently…more gets done when you do stuff? I don’t really get it yet, but I’m watching this episode of Grey’s Anatomy about it and Meredith is breaking it down for me.
There are just so many things that I want to accomplish with my life, and yet there is so much preservative-laden junk food and trashy reality TV that pull me away from accomplishing these accomplishments. (one of my desired accomplishments is to learn another word for “accomplishment.”) Plus, I have the whole “being a mom” thing that I have to deal with, too. Oh and the “being a good wife” shiz that is important or something. So what happens is I pressure myself to clean my house until it sparkles, raise my daughter to be an organic food eatin’ perfectly-mannered child genius, shop for and cook the organic food my daughter will eventually hate because she will eat an oreo and realize food can taste like heaven, give my husband BJs like they don’t gross me out (I GOTTA BE REAL YA’LL!), do laundry every 10 minutes, use cloth diapers like a damn rich hippie, cook dinner, take care of my exhausted husband who works and goes to school, change a million poopy cloth diapers, put baby down for naps, play with baby in a developmentally enriching way, and still find time and energy to “relax” in an intellectually responsible manner… like reading or listening to Chopin or woodworking….
BUT I DON’T WANT TO WORK WOOD!!! (there is a double meaning there) I want to not think. To not do anything beneficial for anyone. I just want to be a blob that gets sustenance from ice cream and the sexual drama of tv doctors. So that is what I do instead of working on my writing (I want to write/direct/do stand-up/be Tina Fey). I kill my creativity and talent and sex drive by watching bullshit tv and eating food that gives me a stomach pooch. And I hate myself for it, but I still do it because I have to know what happens to Christina and Owen.
My point is: don’t ever watch Grey’s Anatomy.
Really, you gotta allow yourself some vices. Eat junk food when you really want it. Don’t freak out if you aren’t always productive and perfect because if you do, you end up putting so much pressure on yourself that you eventually quit whatever your working towards altogether. Allow yourself to indulge, but know when you are taking it too far. Know when to stop shoving Chocolate Moose Tracks down your gullet (is that a thing? I don’t know.)
I feel like this post is only applicable to my life. I hope someone else out there can relate.
I feel so broken and dark- like Meredith Grey.
Fuck you,
Katlyn
(sorry)
