Sometimes, you just have to say fuck the blog. Fuck the laundry, the dishes, the phone calls, the emails. Fuck the shoulds and the coulds, the responsibilities and the obligations. Fuck the to-do list. Fuck all that noise.
Sometimes you just have to pour yourself a glass of wine and watch an episode of Catastrophe and put your tired mama ass to bed my 9pm. All those things will still be there in the morning.