Last night, I took off my heels, and my phone and I plopped down on our new backyard couch. I am now a person who has outdoor furniture like I’m some sort of adult. I snapped a photo, as I’m apt to do, creatively trying to get the shot without my feet in it because feet are gross.
Ahhh, I thought, doesn’t this paint such a lovely picture of my life?
Headline reads: In the evenings, before dining al fresco, Ali lays leisurely on her adult couch.
But alas, reality is a little more colourful than this.
Everyone was screaming, mostly at me, but also at each other. Emily had insulting Isabella by pulling a face about something Isabella was doing without her pants on. I didn’t quite understand why Isabella was pantsless, or why Emily felt the need to be judgey mcturn-up-her-noseypants. Or why Josh needed to complain about a soon-to-be dinner that he loves. But I threw up my exhausted arms, exasperated. Jet lag wasn’t kidding around last night and just as I was about to say, “Do you have any idea what time it is in Greece right now?” my husband shot back with “YOU CAN’T THINK LIKE THAT! THIS IS THE ACTUAL TIME!” but my headache and sore legs from the re-entry run that morning could only think that everyone was yelling and I needed to run away and hide.
Actual headline reads: In the evenings, before dining al fresco, Ali loses her mind.