(What happens when one questions leads to another — and then it’s lunch. This happens A LOT.)
What time is it?
How am I supposed to finish all this today???
What else do I need to do?
Where’s that to-do list?
Wait, did I make one?
When did I get so disorganized?
Why do I have so much to do?
How did I get myself into this situation?
Is this ever going to get better?
When was the last time I went on vacation?
Why can’t I remember?
Is it because of the baby?
Did the baby suck out every ability to be a functioning adult?
Where’s the baby, anyway?
How did I do this without a sitter?
Who can work from home AND watch an infant?
Do women like that really exist?
Do they have Instagram accounts?
Where’s my phone?
What did we do without our phones?
Now, where’s that app…?
How can she afford to travel ALL THE TIME?
How did she lose the baby weight in THREE MONTHS??
WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME??
Why am I so hungry?
What do I have in the fridge?
How old is this salami…?
Is it still good…?
Why does it smell weird…?
How much does it would cost to hire a personal chef?
Why don’t I have some kind of profitable talent or skill?
Why did I have to like writing?
Why couldn’t I love MATH?
How in the world am I supposed to make a living as a writer?
Am I a bad mom because I can’t afford to send my son to private school?
Or to soccer camps?
Or on international trips?
Will he grow up to resent me?
Why is this so hard?
Where did everything take this turn?
HOW DID I GET HERE???
Wait, what was I doing, again…?