Adulthood is saying “but after this week things will slow down a bit” over and over until you die.

Oh good. Another day.

An apple a day may keep the doctor away, but some silly a day keeps the boredom at bay.

Instead of saying “Good morning,” my wife and I go straight into explanations of how badly we each slept.

I start off my mornings with coffee and low expectations.

I love routine. Until I’m bored, then I love excitement. Until I’m overwhelmed, then I love routine.

Not again. I mean good morning.

Washing your face and water going down your elbow is so sickening.

Closing down one work tab every day until Christmas like a reverse advent calendar.

My self-care routine is mostly just going to Mexican restaurants.

I just need a day between everyday… to recover from the day before… just so I can prepare for the day coming.

Woke up, twerked in the mirror and laid back down.

Coffee doesn’t even make me feel energized, I just drink it for the love of the game.

I start each day assuming it will be horrible and go from there.

I always wonder who makes a more stupid face: women putting on make-up or men shaving?

The sun is so successful because it has the perfect bedtime and morning routines.

I now have Taylor Swift as my alarm. Now I always wake up five minutes earlier so I don’t have to listen to it.

The best thing about work is the coffee machine and the drive home.

Sleep when the baby sleeps, eat when the baby eats, work when the baby works.

Having a job is cool, but everyday? Come on!