Inside Gigi's World

Since March, it has been nearly impossible for me to recall the day of the week or even the date for that matter.

Everyday has just seamlessly melted into the next, turning into weeks and then months. I would think that I was in the sequel to the movie “Groundhog Day” but at this point I think we may have gone from a comedy to a horror movie and there is no one sick enough in this world to make a movie like this.

Since spending so much time with myself and the people I live with, like actual time. Like, not just dropping the kids off at friends house or saying by to Rich on our way out of the door for dance lessons or work but the kind of time where J. wants to talk to me all about the “posse” drama on YouTube and literally complains about everything and then R. who has a new appreciation for jokes about genitalia and looks at me in disbelief when I can still rap along with almost every single Eminem song, like I wasn’t rocking “The Way I Am” when I was in high school too….please

I wanted 2020 to be a big year for me. The biggest! I was all about self discovery and self care, taking sometime for myself because as all of the moms out there know, everything is always about everyone else and you constantly put yourself on the back burner.

I wanted to go to unexplored places and try new foods.

I wanted to dance under the moon.

I wanted to go to concert after concert with Rich and stay out until wee hours of the night like we were in high school still.

I wanted to take a photography class.

Instead we got stuck with this 2020.

The one where everyone’s life came to a screeching hault, except for mental health. That car crashed and burned.

We are more then half way done with this year and the further we dive into the year, the more and more questions that people seem to be asking themselves.

I, myself, feel like I hear a1 100 questions a day. Some of which I ask myself and some by others. Most of which, come from the 14 year old I live with.

Like:

“What are we doing today?”

“What’s for lunch?”

“What’s for dinner?”

“Do you have work?”

“Are you sure that’s what you’re making for dinner?”

And most of these questions are repeated multiple times a day.

Then there is some questioning I have been doing myself. I have even found some answers….

“What day is it?”

Whatever day my phone says it is.

“How do I know it is Saturday morning?”

Because the show “Cheaters” was on the TV when I woke up.

“Are Reese’s Buttercups really a suitable breakfast?”

Well, there’s peanut butter in it, isn’t there? That’s a protein. Eat that shit.

“How many times can you watch the Golden Girls?”

As many as I want. Mind your business.

“Will I finish my sleeve?”

Hopefully.

“Do you really need those craft supplies?”

Nope. But you can bet your ass I’m going to get them anyways.

And…

“Was the foot peeling mask a good idea?”

No. No it was not. It was a bad bad bad bad, very bad idea.

I have also learned that there are some questions I may never know the answers to.

“When will I be able to leave the house again without feeling guilty?”

“Why was there not a Malcolm In The Middle reunion when a lot of terrible shows did them?”

“Will my house ever be clean again?”

“Will R. learn to bring his empty Gatorade bottles down from his bedroom?”

“Why am I the only one who knows how to clean a toilet?”

“Why did the chicken cross the road?”

And the timeless classic

“Jeffery Epstien didn’t kill himself”

Happy Weekend everyone!