women are not complicated. all they want is to wake up softly, slowly, in their canopy beds on sunday mornings; put on a sheer slip dress with cozy slippers and some fake readers for the lure. they want to do a skin reset, scroll pinterest, read, romanticize. they want to thoughtfully cook a meal, pairing it with an aesthetically branded natty wine in a rose quartz glass. and later, they want to light their favorite candle and take a bubble bath, watch sex and the city & sleep like angels.
is that too much to ask? turned my birthday sundays into a lifestyle.
this woman is not complicated. all i want is to wake up (before the sunrise, obviously) to my toddlers snuggling in my bed, demanding pancakes WITH sprinkles, or else; i throw on yesterdays mismatched pajamas from the floor and my fake readers for the lure. i quickly splash ice cold water on my face to wake up because if i take one more minute for myself, my toddlers might starve. all i want to do is thoughtfully cook a meal nobody but me will eat + also mac n cheese for the 7th night in a row, light my favorite candle and make sure my tots get a relaxing bath, books & bedtime. then i’ll watch sex and the city and sleep in my ruffled french linen bedding like an angel.