Weekly Update 5: Torn Cuticles, Stale Undies, and a Very Excited Cat on a Unicorn

Hello and happy Friday, you pulchritudinous splendids! (No? I dunno. I barely know what that word means. I stumbled on it by looking up synonyms for lovely, I think.)

I can try another:

Happy last day of the work week (for some), you resplendent blogworms!


Hey guys.

Here’s what happened in Blushy Blogtown (not a real place, and if it was, it would alternate between goofy mayhem and eerily quiet synchronized hibernation of all residents) this week:

Blog posts

Two blog posts went up:

why do i only feel pretty when I feel thin
Why Do I Only Feel Pretty When I Feel Thin?
I did a brave (includes video of me!)
I Did a Brave!

I posted video clips of myself talking in the last one. Still processing how meek little me managed to do that. Progress? Temporary loss of inhibition? Was I blog-drunk? MAYBE I’M NOT SO MEEK AFTER ALL?!

Skin picking

I opened up on Instagram about my almost-lifelong habit of skin picking. Specifically cuticle picking. And cuticle biting.

I was honestly taken aback at how many people reached out to say they struggled with the same habit, whether it was cuticle picking or other forms of body focused repetitive behaviours, like hair pulling, scalp picking, or anything involving skin.

(You might want to scroll past the following photo if you don’t want to see ouchy cuticles.)

My ouchy cuticles. That was a few days ago. I treated it with vitamin E and Spiderman bandaids. It got worse before it got better, but I’ve gotten it back under control mostly. Mostly.

Last night’s panties

Always put last night’s panties in the laundry basket.

Bridget Jones’s Diary

I also confessed to being a tepid jumble (fancier than “hot mess” but not in an uppity way) in my home life:

Several people admitted to this as well, some with great hilarity. There was mention of crotch sniff tests.

New book

I bought a Kobo copy of the newest book by Ashley (Mental Health @ Home), which came out this week!!! It’s called Managing the Depression Puzzle: Putting the Pieces Together and you can find out more about it here!

Army weekend

My husband, Jesse, will be away this weekend on an army exercise. Army weekends are always a bit rough.

They’re hard on Jesse because he misses time with the kids (he is gone almost 12 hours per day during the week because he has a mad commute to work). And he will get very little sleep during the exercise, so he’ll come home exhausted.

The kids and I will miss having him, and I don’t feel brave enough to take the kids swimming without him, so we’ll miss our weekly pool visit as well. #MomGuilt but also #HaveYouSeenMyKidsinaPoolItsLikeTryingtoHerdGoldfish

Our son James still hasn’t totally forgiven Daddy for disappearing on deployment for 6 months in 2019, so he’s not too pleased about Daddy going away on army weekends.

Well that’s not a very positive note to end on…

Here, have that unicorn-cat-thing again:

Have a great weekend!

I’m just gonna try to stay warm and positive. At least I won’t have to sleep in an Arctic tent all weekend like some husbands I know…love you darling…

Do you have any plans?