Today I built a I-don’t-give-a-fuck-fort.
My husband came home after work & I greeted him in my “night dress” – Its straight out of the 1950s sleepwear section at Target. Its button up, three quarter and fits just like a potato sack.
Welcome home. Here’s a ham sandwich. Excuse me while I return to the couch fort we built today. You’re welcome to join us. No fucks are given in the fort. None.
I left the washing on the line and it got caught in the bi-polar weather and now you have no dry uniform for tomorrow, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m in the fort.
Abel just drew on the couch “its a shark” – I literally give zero fucks right now.
I just ate an entire packet of Tim-tams by myself but not a single fuck is to be given in the fort.
There are sleeping bags here, we can stay as long as we like. I am 3 episodes in to Dora the explorer and she currently needs advice on which path to take to get to Bunny Hill and that is what is important in my life right now.
So, if you have dishes piled up, your kids are being assholes & you’re not sure how you’re going to pay your phone bill; build yourself a don’t-give-a-fuck-fort, eat the cake & watch Disney all day in your night dress.#dontdothedishes #dontgiveafuckfort