I blocked social media and my regular news sites on both my phone and computer. I have only the vaguest idea of what is going on. Denial is GREAT. Seriously. A++++ would recommend.
Yesterday I went to the nail salon and they had the news on the TV. I was the only customer so I asked them to change the channel, but it turns out they basically only had three channels so it was me and a lot of Vietnamese women watching the Spanish-language equivalent of Judge Judy. CASO CERRADO.
Also: swapping out all the plastic hangers in my closet for wooden ones and rotating out summer clothes and clothes that no longer fit while I'm at it while watching cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies, because 45* and his idiot brigade may have ruined much of 2020 but they WILL NOT HAVE MY MEDIOCRE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENT.
They are doing another Christmas Chronicles, the Kurt Russell Santa movie. One of my favorite jokes in the last week is the AV Club referring to him as a SILF.
Haha I kind of love watching TV in languages I only very slightly know, because I feel super smart and accomplished when I catch a few words, but I don't feel bad that I actually have no idea what's going on.
Oh--I am listening to this book "Abe" on Audible about Abraham Lincoln's cultural context. It's like 33 hours long. It's interesting and funny and, sadly, a nice escape to hear about an introspective, curious leader. Also that frontier life shit is crazy. People REALLY liked to gauge out other people's eyeballs! And there is a really funny, fucked up joke in there about a boy and a cat.
Healthy coping mechanisms: Re-listening to my favorite podcasts (Office Ladies + You're Wrong About). Tons of ice water. Yoga sessions from my Peloton app. Indica. Not so healthy: Endless amounts of Cheez-It's and red wine. Refreshing Twitter every 90 seconds.
Ha, yes I feel like there is no gray area: I'm either exercising and having smoothies or else seeing how fast I can single-handedly finish the Bota Box.
Ooh, you are fancy! Every time I crack open a new one I read on the box how it "stays fresh for 30 days" and it might be true but we will never find out in this house.
doomscrolling is out of control over here as well...lots of ANY NEWS YET??? being shouted from across the house and even my 8 year old has figured out electoral college math
Nope i am absolutely doom scrolling and refreshing my screen every 32 seconds, while eating dark chocolate covered almonds and drinking equal portions of water and wine
I took yesterday off and successfully recreated my mom's gumbo for the first time! I always mess it up, but my kids were at camp (THANK GOODNESS FOR WELLNESS WEDNESDAYS) and I just took my time and texted my mom a lot. It was SO nice! I also re-listened to the audiobooks of "Carry On" and "Wayward Son" - Rainbow Rowell pushes all of my comfort buttons!
Small amounts of obsessive refreshing, balanced with wine, tea, netflix, and obsessively searching for new boots on poshmark. Searching for the perfect 'bad bitch' boots because either way, I still end up with boots. Still on the hunt and it's been a somewhat pleasant diversion.
My self-care strategies are working! (That gets an exclamation point, b/c I'm actually surprised by how well I'm coping). Strategies: 1. Morning journaling. 2. Time out in nature -- hiking in woods by burbling river. 3. Art/creativity -- did my nails w sparkly polish, working on a painting/craft project 4. Glee. I was a Choir kid in HS and I am currently spending about 3 hrs. a night w the Glee kids (thank you, Netflix!)
This playlist is called Relentlessly Cheerful, was made by a friend of mine, and I highly recommend it for whenever you can't handle listening to NPR any longer but the silence makes you want to scream. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6aFUCLL0m3IJGltq5Mnrrm
I baked and baked and baked and then my husband said, "I'm going to die of sugar. Can you stop baking for a bit?"
I also made plans for dinner that didn't have me cooking at dinnertime because the 5-6pm hour is not my best time and ugh, no thanks. I'd rather bake and then heat something up from the freezer. Only low-stakes instruction following for me, nothing where dinner is literally on the line.
I am weirdly emotionally disconnected from the whole process. Like, I know the results will affect me (federal union steward here), but the process to get there is just ... that gear doesn't mesh with any of my feelings gears. My anxiety is, like, lying in wait.
I told my husband that if the good news "I will feel" -- and then gave him a tiny smile. No big wins equals a loss to me. But better not to get all turnt up for this.
Schitt's Creek is definitely helping. Just add an "m" to that and you have our last name, Schmitt. Our household is a virtual pandemic "Schmitt-show" as I like to call it. Glad to know we are not alone.
I blocked social media and my regular news sites on both my phone and computer. I have only the vaguest idea of what is going on. Denial is GREAT. Seriously. A++++ would recommend.
Yesterday I went to the nail salon and they had the news on the TV. I was the only customer so I asked them to change the channel, but it turns out they basically only had three channels so it was me and a lot of Vietnamese women watching the Spanish-language equivalent of Judge Judy. CASO CERRADO.
Also: swapping out all the plastic hangers in my closet for wooden ones and rotating out summer clothes and clothes that no longer fit while I'm at it while watching cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies, because 45* and his idiot brigade may have ruined much of 2020 but they WILL NOT HAVE MY MEDIOCRE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENT.
They are doing another Christmas Chronicles, the Kurt Russell Santa movie. One of my favorite jokes in the last week is the AV Club referring to him as a SILF.
Haha I kind of love watching TV in languages I only very slightly know, because I feel super smart and accomplished when I catch a few words, but I don't feel bad that I actually have no idea what's going on.
Oh--I am listening to this book "Abe" on Audible about Abraham Lincoln's cultural context. It's like 33 hours long. It's interesting and funny and, sadly, a nice escape to hear about an introspective, curious leader. Also that frontier life shit is crazy. People REALLY liked to gauge out other people's eyeballs! And there is a really funny, fucked up joke in there about a boy and a cat.
Healthy coping mechanisms: Re-listening to my favorite podcasts (Office Ladies + You're Wrong About). Tons of ice water. Yoga sessions from my Peloton app. Indica. Not so healthy: Endless amounts of Cheez-It's and red wine. Refreshing Twitter every 90 seconds.
Ha, yes I feel like there is no gray area: I'm either exercising and having smoothies or else seeing how fast I can single-handedly finish the Bota Box.
Hahaha YES. I keep my Bota Box in my wine fridge because I'm classy like that.
Ooh, you are fancy! Every time I crack open a new one I read on the box how it "stays fresh for 30 days" and it might be true but we will never find out in this house.
Also yes, marijuana is a healthy coping mechanism, I live in a legalized state.
doomscrolling is out of control over here as well...lots of ANY NEWS YET??? being shouted from across the house and even my 8 year old has figured out electoral college math
My husband I think thinks he's going to find out the results before anybody else. His constant checking stresses me out.
Well how can be he first if he doesn't check constantly?!?!
I wish I had an app to block HIM /rimshot
Did you know that refreshing WHILE refreshing doesn't make it update faster? FYI. Still going to test it just to be SURE.
good point...sort of like how if I don't get my hopes up I won't be let down. It's all on me.
Nope i am absolutely doom scrolling and refreshing my screen every 32 seconds, while eating dark chocolate covered almonds and drinking equal portions of water and wine
I ALSO HIGHLY RECOMMEND FACETIME DATES WITH YOUR INTERNET FRIENDS!!! aka me
HI MOLLY AKA GF THAT LIVES IN MY PHONE
I took yesterday off and successfully recreated my mom's gumbo for the first time! I always mess it up, but my kids were at camp (THANK GOODNESS FOR WELLNESS WEDNESDAYS) and I just took my time and texted my mom a lot. It was SO nice! I also re-listened to the audiobooks of "Carry On" and "Wayward Son" - Rainbow Rowell pushes all of my comfort buttons!
Small amounts of obsessive refreshing, balanced with wine, tea, netflix, and obsessively searching for new boots on poshmark. Searching for the perfect 'bad bitch' boots because either way, I still end up with boots. Still on the hunt and it's been a somewhat pleasant diversion.
My self-care strategies are working! (That gets an exclamation point, b/c I'm actually surprised by how well I'm coping). Strategies: 1. Morning journaling. 2. Time out in nature -- hiking in woods by burbling river. 3. Art/creativity -- did my nails w sparkly polish, working on a painting/craft project 4. Glee. I was a Choir kid in HS and I am currently spending about 3 hrs. a night w the Glee kids (thank you, Netflix!)
This playlist is called Relentlessly Cheerful, was made by a friend of mine, and I highly recommend it for whenever you can't handle listening to NPR any longer but the silence makes you want to scream. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6aFUCLL0m3IJGltq5Mnrrm
I baked and baked and baked and then my husband said, "I'm going to die of sugar. Can you stop baking for a bit?"
I also made plans for dinner that didn't have me cooking at dinnertime because the 5-6pm hour is not my best time and ugh, no thanks. I'd rather bake and then heat something up from the freezer. Only low-stakes instruction following for me, nothing where dinner is literally on the line.
Also, klonopin.
We have had snickerdoodles, peanut butter cookies, an apple crisp, a loaf of bread, and corn muffins on the counter so far.
I busted out my Ambien stash so I cannot spend all night refreshing and obsessing. Currently alternating mainlining Tums and halloween candy.
I am weirdly emotionally disconnected from the whole process. Like, I know the results will affect me (federal union steward here), but the process to get there is just ... that gear doesn't mesh with any of my feelings gears. My anxiety is, like, lying in wait.
I told my husband that if the good news "I will feel" -- and then gave him a tiny smile. No big wins equals a loss to me. But better not to get all turnt up for this.
Schitt's Creek is definitely helping. Just add an "m" to that and you have our last name, Schmitt. Our household is a virtual pandemic "Schmitt-show" as I like to call it. Glad to know we are not alone.