My car unlock clicker do-dad has stopped working and I practically break my thumb every time I try to open my car door. I’ve tried changing the battery and the problem persists, so that’s obviously not the issue. Every morning I walk out to my car, lugging 20 pounds of baby, her bag of stuff, and my bag of stuff and then I sit there while I *click click click* until I finally give up, plop LG and all our shit on the ground, walk around to my side of the car, unlock it manually, then walk back to the passenger side where I practically break my back trying to get her into the backseat. Once I finally get in the driver’s seat — hopefully I haven’t banged my head against the car door jamb, as that seems to be happening with regularity these days — I’m sweating and, due to too much vigorous movement, my pants have practically fallen down…
…Which brings me to this: I have no pants. My jeggings (my beloved jeggings!) are getting droopy, both pairs of my leggings are droopy AND have holes in the butt, and the pants I recently ordered from Old Navy don’t fit. And not because they’re too big.
I left my travel-sized face wash in the bathroom in Austin. It was Kiehl’s and it was FREE and while I didn’t love it, it was the only nice travel face wash I ever had and I only got to use it twice before leaving it a tired stupor at the Hyatt at 6am.
The newspaper reprinted last Sunday’s crossword puzzle this Sunday and never fixed the mistake. I look forward to very little on Mondays, the crossword puzzle being at the top of the list.
What are your first world problems these days?
No one has showed up to dust my plants! And I have a ton of windows in my house that need cleaning. I don’t DO windows!
There is a fucking mouse in my house. Shitting everywhere.
I have too much stuff on my DVR, and too many library books and not enough time for any of it.
I’m terrorized by spiders. They are abundant in my garage and they’ve learned how to fly now too – or so it seems.
We bought a new, bigger house that is actually an OLD bigger house and managing the remodeling on it is driving me batshit CRAZY.
Yoga bootcamp is making my glutes feel like they’re on fire.
I’m also really offended about your newspaper reprinting crosswords. Like INORDINATELY offended.
I’m having an allergic reaction to a fancy Philosphy lotion and my legs look and feel like they got mauled by fire ants. The steroid cream the doctor gave me isn’t taking away the itch, and if I take Benadryl I will fall asleep and miss the Hokie game.
We’ve got so much stuff in this house I feel like I’m drownding in it. Also, MamaBub’s comment reminded me, I also have too many library books and am spending every free minute trying to read them (like it’s a JOB I will get fired from if I don’t finish).