Just between us is when we get together once a month or so and say the things that you think but don’t really say. Or you do say, but only to certain people. I’ll go first, then you share in the comments and everyone will feel a whole lot better.
Just Between Us…
I am vehemently against the ironing of sheets. Why do people iron their sheets?! I do not understand.
First of all, if you don’t iron them don’t they just flatten out eventually by the mechanism of your body sleeping on those sheets? Second of all, don’t you have better things to do with your time? And lastly, isn’t your bedroom the least visited room of your house?
I mean, unless you get a lot of “visitors” (I do not) and you want to impress them with perfectly crisp sheets. What’s the deal?!
The other day I was planning to make hummus but I was really tired so I bought, for the first time in my life, a tub of store bought hummus.
You know what? Nothing bad happened. The hummus actually tasted pretty good. And when I thought about the time I didn’t spend washing dishes, etc, I felt pretty satisfied.
It made me think of a former nutrition client who felt that to eat the healthiest, she needed to make everything from scratch. I’m talking almond milk, pasta sauce, etc.
There’s lots I make from scratch, but in case anyone needs to hear this: it’s ok. Just buy the hummus when you’re tired.
What is with people who walk around not wearing hats when it’s freezing out? Or people who wear toques (beanies) that don’t cover their ears?
Do your heads not feel feelings? Do you not love your ears?
Anything below 8°C and my hears are tucked in and cozied up. But to be honest, sometimes I sleep with a toque on my head (it doubles as an eye mask) because my head is freezing at night, so maybe I’m the freaky one? I also sleep with socks on for most of the year, so there’s that.
Sometimes if I’m walking down the street and one of those Amnesty International or UNICEF canvassers is approaching, I pick up my phone or just pretend answer through my bluetooth headphones and make a fake phone call because I don’t want to talk to those guys.
There is a lovely old man in my building who has befriended the kids and always wants to talk to them. The other day I saw him coming when I was solo, and just did not have the energy for small talk in Swedish, so started a fake business meeting as I was walking through our lobby.
I’m probably going to burn in hell, but at least I avoided that conversation.
I binged watched a couple of seasons of Grey’s Anatomy over the holidays, which included at least a couple of main characters giving birth.
Um, do they not have consultants who can teach the actors how a woman in labour actually behaves? Because I’ve given birth twice, and neither time included calmly lying in bed, on my back, under the blankets, and just occasionally crying out when a contraction came.
Although I did watch Queen Elizabeth give birth twice on The Crown, and I gotta say, that whole twilight sleep thingy seems like a pretty good option too. Why’d they do away with that whole have-a-nice-nap-and-wake-up-with-a-baby option?!
The sound of my children breathing in their sleep is the most delightful, peaceful sound I’ve ever heard. Sometimes I sit in their room at night when they’re sleeping and just listen to that wonderful sound for a while.
The sound of any adult breathing in their sleep makes me want to smother their face with a pillow until I never have to hear that sound ever again.