Emotional Eating with a side of Guilt Please. Hold the Tact.

I started a big sappy post about how crappy my day was.

I got about three quarters of the way through before I thought: Fuck it. I had a bad day. BIG WHOOP. We all have bad days.

There isn’t a parent on the planet that hasn’t eaten away their guilt with a bag of chocolate, cheese curds and a pint of raspberries. (Figuratively of course, because raspberries and cheese curds? Odd.)

There isn’t a parent that hasn’t passed their crying, screaming child off to their spouce, friend, whomever because it was either that or … who knows what.

I’m not ashamed to say I’ve felt the urge to just throw down gently place my screaming baby in a  safe location and go shop for smokes, booze and Xanax leave the room. It’s a natural reaction even in the most relaxed, well meaning and comfortable parent when you’ve had a very trying day of irreverence, defiance, whining, and all around craptacular day (RIGHT?). Carter was the ultimate trying child today. I sent him to bed at 5:30pm, straight after dinner because it was BEYOND enough. Beyond.

Now I’m drowning my sorrows in cheaply acquired Halloween candy (because dood, it’s all on SALE!) and watching election coverage of the US election (in case you didn’t know The Election was on) and feeling only slightly guilty that I didn’t even vote in the Canadian federal election last month.

I know! I didn’t vote.

(Better than You. You didn’t even know Canada had an election. Who feels bad now, huh?)

Horrible.

Now how can I honestly complain in good conscience about how shiteous our government is when I didn’t even cast a ballot?

It’s like complaining about who’s voted off So You Think You Can Dance when I didn’t even pick up the phone to vote. Because that? That is just blasphemous.

Tagged as: elections, parenting, voting