1. I already forgot what the first thing was gonna be. Oh. I remembered. We started watching Tiger King on Netflix. It is absolutely bonkers and is the first thing that captured all of our attention. We’re about 1.5 episodes in and I cannot wait to view it again tonight. 2. Speaking of tonight the boys are making homemade macaroni and cheese and homemade garlic cheddar biscuits because in my weird grocery shopping panic I ordered a stupid amount of…
Here at Aunt Jodi’s Home for Wayward Nephews we had a pretty quiet and mellow weekend, which was a fucking delight after the high drama of of last weekend. The only thing that would have made the weekend better would have been getting a break from work. I am not complaining, because I’m grateful to have work, but it’s really very busy and working seven days a week in the middle of an apocalypse while also trying to acclimate a…
Well, it only took me seven days to utterly lose my shit. I silently cried for about an hour today while simultaneously working, because of course. I feel a little bad that I freaked out the nephews, but damnit I’m human. If you’re wondering, it seems as though I lost my shit over paprika. We’re out of it, and Cade thinks it’s a necessity we must immediately run to Target to get. He’s not doing well with quarantine and wants…
One of the tough things about aunting in the time of COVID-19 is managing Cade’s anxiety. He’s a recently clean (one week so far) anxious autistic kid with ADHD and other special needs and an extrovert. That extrovert part might be the death of me. He’s all the time with the talking. All the talking. And I haven’t yet figured out how to filter the babble from what might need my attention. Today seems to be smoother than yesterday, so…
When all hell breaks loose she really breaks and stays loose, doesn’t she? You would think life here in Angry Hermitville would be quiet and kind of status quo, right? I mean, I work from home. I’ve been a food/toilet paper hoarder for years, long before it was trendy. Just ask my Book Club, they would make fun of me for having so much toilet paper when it was just me. Well, it’s not quiet hermitude here in Angry Hermitville….
I have long professed my love for Starburst Green Bag Jellybeans. Why I insisted on calling them “green bag” for so long is a mystery. Perhaps it was an affectation I thought would make me seem adorable. Bleh. Those candies I love are actually called Starburst Tropical Jellybeans and the bag is now more aqua-colored than green, which pleases me immensely because aqua/teal/turquoise has been my #1 favorite color since 1983 (see most everything I own as proof: as far…