Get your Shit Together....

I know, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. Life happens, right? Work piles up, summer starts, the kids are around 24/7, and before you know it, you’re a walking “busy busy busy” meme. But today, I actually found a moment to sit down, scroll some Facebook statuses (seriously, why am I seeing posts from people I’m not even friends with?), and get lost in the abyss of TikTok. Somewhere during that social media black hole, inspiration (or frustration) hit me, and here we are.

Can we talk about excuses for a second? Specifically, the ones people invent to avoid doing the most basic things. Like, why are your Christmas decorations still up in February? Oh, you’ve got a toddler? Cool story. That’s not a reason; that’s an excuse. Newsflash: Toddlers don’t stop you from taking down some twinkle lights—they’re not holding you hostage with sticky hands and a juice box. Honestly, it comes across as lazy.

Look, I get it. Doing things takes effort. Sometimes it means you can’t do the fun stuff, like binge-watching "Bridgerton" for eight hours straight while fantasizing about Duke Whoever-He-Is. Believe me, I had “all-day Bridgerton marathon” circled on my calendar today, too. Season three dropped a month ago, and yes, I waited to watch it because I need the whole experience. But no swooning over corseted drama for me—not until my Sunday chores were done. Changing sheets, scrubbing bathrooms, prepping for the week ahead... oh, and tackling the aftermath of a week-long family gathering, which was basically like cleaning up the aftermath of a tornado but less fun.

And you know what? I survived. I didn’t use “too busy” or “there’s a kid around” as an excuse. Because here’s the thing no one tells you—adulting is basically just a long series of chores with occasional snack breaks. That’s life. It’s not glamorous, but you do it anyway because no one wants to live in a house full of Christmas debris and broken dreams.

To the young parents out there leaning on “the toddler made me do it” as a universal pass for not doing anything... stop it. Do better. Be better. Your kid doesn’t want to grow up surrounded by chaos, last year’s tinsel, and the eerie presence of unpaid bills. At some point, you’ve gotta pull it together. Not for me. Not even for them. For you. Because being lazy isn’t cute, and it definitely won’t win you any parenting awards.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date with "Bridgerton" and a perfectly clean couch. Don’t come me.