I know I need to do closing duties but I'm so distracted by my craving for salt and vinegar anything (pickles, chips anything please) that I can't concentrate. Wtf
All while being overwhelmed by socializing. Masking procedures bring apathy and frustration and someone (me) is going to cry about all of it. Trying to give my child what I had in the semblance of family gathering is awful. I owe my mom an apology, this shit is hard, she had full right to flip out
By the time the party comes I have to have the timeline down to a science. When to arrive, who is doing what, where's the food, what goes where, when does this or that happen etc. All while somehow managing my toddler while my spouse runs about doing tasks. Being surrounded by people I love too ๐งต
Then I have to prep by figuring out the theme, party decor, food (cake, and meal) what to ask for presents or cards, timeliness of events etc. Because I have a small house this can't be done at home. I cant fit 15 people in my house to celebrate my childs birthday. The mental load isn't even done ๐งต
Being the primary parent means being in charge of Events. Which involves: Contacting rental spaces via: email, phone, or in person. Sometimes I have to email a request and then wait for a call. Drafting and creating invites, gaining addresses, addressing all envelopes, sending out all invites. ๐งต
Disabled people are comrades in our collective struggle. Solidarity must be paramount. That means alt text is a bare minimum.
in order to get treatment for covid I have had to: Qualify (have a serious health issues or be 62+) thankfully I have asthma pay $1700 to get the meds or call a phone number and sign away my personal info to Pfizer because I am uninsured And covid test kits cost $20+ I fucking hate it here
The fact that I have to sign my personal information away to Pfizer to afford medication to fight a deadly illness that this country has decided doesnt matter says everything you need to know about where this country is headed. Universal Healthcare would solve this.
