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I am pretty sure it is for one reason and one reason alone: dinner.

Always with the dinner. “What’s for dinner mom” over and over, on repeat, until you die. Until the world collapses. Until civilization crumbles. Until the empire has fallen. And even then, I’m sure it still goes on, the dinner question.

When they aren’t asking about it, you’re still thinking about it. Planning it. Buying for it. Making it. Eating it. Cleaning up after it. Every day it’s fucking dinner and I am losing my goddamn mind. once my kids are gone, I may never eat another dinner again.

That little tiny white glowing dot is tonight’s snow moon. Visible early in the evening, before the clouds of the new storm rolled in. Lucky to catch it at a good time and even though my picture can’t do it justice it was quite lovely.

Good night moon.

The beginning of the month is always full of such promise. All my news articles have reset. I’m free. I click with abandon. That Christa is beautiful. Joyful. Carefree. Click, Christa! With the wind in your hair and the world at your fingertips. Click away!

But now… now the darkness descends. it’s been five days and here I sit, paywall after paywall. That innocent carefree girl of yesterday? Gone. In her place is the bitter Christa. The angry christa. All used up. Suspicious and doubting, lashing out. Left to scavenge on buzzfeed quizzes from 2014.

May March be swift.

I’m just gonna leave this right here: