Thank. God. It’s. Friday.
It’s been a long week and I think we all deserve a cocktail (or five). It’s also that time of the week where we get to reflect on what we achieved and what the bumps were along the way.
We do this all together in Mamamia’s weekly post, Best and Worst, where you can share everything and anything. From that awful experience with the bus driver to the joy of finishing that big clean-up you’d been meaning to do. I’ll kick us off…
Best: The best moment of the week by far has been putting my Mum on Tinder.
Hold your judgments. Mum has been through the best and the absolute worst of internet dating. She’s been giving it another shot recently and I can only imagine how stressful it can be putting yourself out there. So I was a little cheeky and put her on Tinder and it resulted in a hilarious night filled with laughs, lots of “Oh no not that guy…” and a good self-esteem boost.
We were both taken aback by what could only be described as a deluge of positive responses. But they were a bit hit and miss. From the slightly questionable “Looks like we are pretty close. Want to meet up tonight?” to a response from Justin, a 23-year old in Bondi, which my mother was verrry happy about.
Worst: It’s been a bad week. A really tough week. I have been too flat-out to watch the new season of House of Cards. All I want to do is to sit down with a glass of red wine and a cherry ripe and watch Frank Underwood’s latest sneakiness but life keeps getting in the way. I’ve seen the first three episodes and I can hardly even function without watching the rest all in a row. Whispers around the office are that something crazy happens at the end of the season. I don’t even know if I can handle anything else after the plot twists in the first episode, amirite?
OMM: I have really been struggling with career/man/life anxiety and it has just been consuming my every waking moment. I keep getting really overwhelmed that I won’t ever land that ‘dream job’ or do everything in the right order. I know it is completely irrational but I’m 98% sure I’m not alone.
This week I’ve become pretty good at talking myself down from these mini panic attacks but the thoughts are becoming frustratingly regular. Solved this little dilemma the other night by rapping R. Kelly’s Ignition at the top of my lungs on the way home. Easy fix. Enough about my week, over to you!