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Fuck-It Fridays

Fuck It Friday: You’re Not Failing Just Because You Let the Screen Babysit

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Let’s Get Real: The Tablet Babysitter Isn’t the Devil

I’m going for the jugular right away: letting your kid crash-land with a screen for more than the recommended number of minutes per day does NOT make you lazy or a failure. It makes you a goddamn survivor. We’re all rationing our energy, not competing in the Parent Olympics.

Give Yourself the Fucking Permission Slip

If you need a sign, here: It’s okay to shove a tablet into your kid’s jelly-covered hands so you can breathe, shower, or stare at the wall digesting existential dread for a hot minute. It’s also okay to not want to play imaginary pet shop, listen to neon-screechy toys, or role-play Bluey for the ten thousandth time. This is not negligence. This is called ‘parenting with the resources available.’

Shame is Trash—You’re Smarter Than That

Ever heard that whispering voice in your head? The one barfing guilt because some parenting influencer claims screens are the gateway to toddler hell? Yeah, give that voice the finger. The only thing you’re “ruining” is your martyr complex, and wasn’t that sucking the life out of you anyway?

Newsflash: a sane, functioning parent (ish) is better than an off-the-rails perfect parent. The former makes PBJs while doomscrolling. The latter snaps and considers faking their own disappearance by 3 PM.

The Reframe: One Hour of Screen Time ≠ Kid-Doom

Your children will not dissolve into screen-zombies or lose their souls to YouTube Kids because you needed peace to answer emails, take a dump, or plug your leaking sanity. Kids are adaptable. You’re not resetting their IQ. You’re coping, and coping is not a crime—it’s a skill they’ll need too. No parent in the history of ever has finished a day congratulating themselves on the number of “wholesome activities” checked off if they sacrificed their last shreds of patience to get there. But you know what feels fucking great? Being able to smile at your kid because you got a breather from them.

Deep Breath. Permission Granted. Now Go Scroll TikTok in the Bathroom

Seriously, everyone’s pulling shortcuts somewhere. Letting your kid zone out with Puppy Playhouse or whatever preschooler fever-dream monstrosity they love is not the end. It’s called triage. You are officially allowed to breathe. You don’t need to confess this to anyone; you’re not on trial. Go sink into your phone on the porcelain throne and let the guilt flush right down with everything else.

Give yourself the same forgiveness you offer your exhausted, messy friends. Life’s too short to care what some imaginary judge is thinking about your afternoon coping tools. Fuck it—it’s Friday.

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Fuck It Friday: Dinner Didn’t Need to Be Fancy (And It Never Will)

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Strong Opening: Fancy Dinner? In This Economy?

Let’s just get one blindingly obvious thing out of the way: nobody—and I mean nobody—has ever landed in jail for feeding their kids frozen chicken nuggets for dinner. If you’re out here hand-wringing about whether it’s a crime that you microwaved three kinds of beige food last night, I’m gonna stop you right there. It’s not a crime. It’s not even a misdemeanor. That’s just called Tuesday.

Normalize the Shortcut: Frozen Is a Fucking Category

Frozen food is not a desperate hissy fit. It’s not failure. It’s a whole-ass category of food, right next to “sandwiches” and “whatever is about to go off in the fridge.” You don’t get extra credit for hand-spiralizing zucchini after work when you’ve got a 24-pack bag of pizza rolls with your name on it. Nobody at the Pearly Gates is checking your breading technique.

Snack plates? That’s called being a genius. Some people call it a “charcuterie board” and charge $39 for four pieces of cheese and three grapes. You call it a snack plate and suddenly people clutch their pearls. Screw ‘em. Pickles, crackers, a few sad slices of turkey, and a fistful of pretzels totally count. Throw a fruit on there if you’re feeling fancy. Boom—nutritional balance.

Reframe the Guilt: Bare Minimum = Survival Strategy

You know what’s genuinely exhausting? Acting like you have to audition for Top Chef just to feed yourself and your heathens each night. Who the hell came up with that expectation? Every kid everywhere will survive on dino nuggets, applesauce, and shredded cheese as their sole food groups for a full month and come out of it just fine. Science hasn’t proved it yet, but I’m fucking positive.

Let go of the pressure that you need to perform dinnertime theater. Survival eats are smart eats. The bare minimum is your friend when life is chaos, and let’s be honest, life is mostly chaos. Most of us don’t have an inner Martha Stewart, and if we do she’s probably in witness protection by now. You fend off meltdowns and get calories in stomachs. Gold fucking star. Truly.

Closing: Take a Breath and Pass the Nuggets

If your dinner table looks like a frozen-food graveyard tonight, you nailed it. If you scrounged up cereal and string cheese and called it cuisine, you nailed it. No one’s spirit will shatter because you phoned it in after a long-ass week. Feeding your people doesn’t have to look luxurious to be good enough.

Dinner was always food, not performance art. Eat, don’t apologize. Fuck it and move on.

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Fuck It Friday: You Call It Lazy, I Call It Genius Dinner Strategy

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This Isn’t Hell’s Kitchen, It’s Friday Night

Let’s be honest: if you think I’m firing up a four-course meal after a soul-sucking day, you’re fucking hallucinating. Not every dinner needs two side dishes and a ceremonial salad. The fridge is angry, the kids are hangry, and your will to live died around 5:15. Fuck it. Tonight, we survive by any means necessary—and that means whatever’s frozen, easy, and keeps the kitchen (and you) standing upright.

Frozen Food Isn’t Giving Up, It’s Leveling Up

Who decided frozen dumplings, box mac and cheese, or three sad toaster waffles were a cry for help? Some fake-ass Pinterest board, probably. If it’s good enough to be stocked on shelves everywhere, it’s good enough for dinner. Eating chicken nuggets (again) is not some lazy cop-out; it’s a shortcut made by geniuses who know time is fake and hunger is real. The microwave is not the enemy. It’s my best friend.

Welcome to Snack Plate Night, where an adult can put a pile of grapes, a hunk of cheese, and those crackers you thought were stale on a plate, and somehow it counts. If you squint hard enough, it’s even fancy—let’s call it ‘deconstructed charcuterie.’

Fuck Guilt, Get Dinner Done

If you feel any twinge of guilt serving up easy shit, congratulations, you’ve been infected by the myth of the ‘proper home-cooked meal.’ News flash: No one’s winning an award for making fresh pesto with kids screaming in the next room. Your job is to get food in bodies with minimal drama. If frozen pizza does that, then sing its greasy praises and move on.

Low-effort dinners aren’t a sign of low standards; they’re evidence that you get it. Because giving a shit about your sanity is smarter than burning out on weeknight lasagna. Anyone who judges you is either lying, tired, or ordering takeout in private.

Embrace the Bare Minimum, Damn It

What, you think your kids are logging these meals into some cosmic scorecard? Hell no. They’re just happy not to be chewing on another weird casserole. And you? You get more time to sit down, curse under your breath, or stare at the wall for a precious ten minutes. Isn’t that the dream?

Survival isn’t just enough, it’s everything. Feed the gremlins, feed yourself, and call it a win.

No gold stars—but no cold guilt either.

Friday Night Homework: Absolutely Nothing

Here’s your only assignment: pick at something from the freezer, don’t apologize for it, and enjoy that liberated, fuck-it feeling. Normalizing the lowest-effort win is the best way to end any goddamn week.

If you found a frozen food hack that saves your ass, spill it in the comments. Otherwise, fuck trying so hard tonight. See you on the other side of dinner.

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Fuck It Friday: Dinner Can Be Ugly and Still Count (Dec 19, 2025)

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Some of you are out here trying to “eat better” like you’re not also surviving December with a brain that’s basically a buffering wheel.

So here’s your Fuck It Friday reminder: dinner can be ugly and still count. If it fed your kids (or just you) and nobody cried more than once, congratulations — you nailed it.

Let’s be real: you’re not lazy, you’re fried

It’s Friday, December 19th. The calendar is feral. The school emails are multiplying like gremlins. Somebody needs a “special snack” for a thing you never heard of, and your kid is suddenly emotionally attached to wearing shorts in winter.

Meanwhile you’re standing in front of the fridge like it personally betrayed you.

And then your brain does that cute little spiral:

  • “We should cook more.”
  • “We should eat less junk.”
  • “We should be more organized.”
  • “We should probably become a different person entirely.”

No. Stop. Sit down. Drink some water. Take a bite of something that came from a bag. You don’t need a glow-up. You need food with minimal bullshit.

Relatable chaos: the dinner stage show nobody asked for

Here’s how dinner goes in my house when I’m at the end of my rope:

I open the fridge. I see leftovers that look like a science project. I close the fridge.

I open the pantry. I see thirteen kinds of pasta and zero will to live. I close the pantry.

I consider ordering takeout, remember the cost, and whisper “hell no” like I’m in a horror movie.

Then someone yells, “I’M STARVING,” like they haven’t eaten nine times today.

So I pull off what I call a low-effort dinner pivot. It’s not a recipe. It’s not a lifestyle. It’s a survival maneuver.

The framework: The “Good Enough Plate” (a.k.a. Stop Making Dinner a Damn TED Talk)

If you’re cooked, use this. It’s a stupid-simple formula that keeps you from reinventing the wheel while everyone gets hungrier and louder.

Pick 1 from each category. That’s it. That’s dinner.

  • Protein-ish: rotisserie chicken, eggs, deli turkey, frozen meatballs, canned tuna, beans, tofu, yogurt
  • Carb that calms people down: bread, tortillas, rice, pasta, frozen waffles, potatoes, crackers
  • Produce (fresh, frozen, or “close enough”): baby carrots, frozen broccoli, bag salad, apples, salsa, canned corn, pickles (yes, pickles)
  • Sauce / flavor cheat: jarred pesto, marinara, ranch, hummus, BBQ sauce, soy sauce, salsa, shredded cheese

Now let’s make it even easier: the goal is assemble, not “create.” If you used a microwave, a toaster, or a sheet pan, you are doing great.

Lowest-effort dinner combos that don’t suck:

  • Rotisserie chicken + bag salad + bread: Put it on the table and call it “family-style.” Fancy.
  • Frozen meatballs + jar sauce + microwave rice: Add steam-in-bag veggies if you’re feeling ambitious.
  • Breakfast for dinner: Scrambled eggs + toast + fruit. Kids act like it’s a holiday.
  • Quesadillas: Tortillas + cheese + whatever protein you can find. Serve with salsa or sour cream. Done.
  • “Snack plate” dinner: Crackers, cheese, deli meat, fruit, cucumbers, hummus. Call it charcuterie if you want to feel powerful.
  • Ramen glow-up: Instant noodles + frozen edamame or leftover chicken + a handful of spinach. Optional egg if you can be bothered.
  • Baked potatoes: Microwave them. Top with cheese/beans/broccoli/leftover chili. People love a potato vessel.
  • Freezer nuggets + frozen veg + dip: I’m not above it, and neither should you be.

Permission slips you may need (take one, take five):

  • You’re allowed to repeat meals. Nobody’s grading you.
  • You’re allowed to serve separate components instead of “a meal.”
  • You’re allowed to use paper plates when the sink is giving you dirty looks.
  • You’re allowed to skip the vegetable tonight and try again tomorrow. The world will keep spinning.
  • You’re allowed to feed yourself too. Not just the tiny loud people.

Realistic shortcuts that actually help:

  • Double one easy thing: If you make pasta, make extra. Future you deserves rights.
  • Anchor foods: Keep 5 “always works” dinners in rotation. Variety is overrated when you’re exhausted.
  • Emergency dinner shelf: A dedicated stash: pasta, sauce, tuna, boxed mac, beans, instant rice, frozen veg. Touch it only when needed like a break-glass situation.
  • Use the damn freezer: Frozen veggies aren’t “sad.” They’re practical. So are frozen meatballs and pre-cooked chicken strips.
  • Stop trying to win dinner: The win is feeding people with minimal drama. That’s it. That’s the trophy.

If you’re drowning, start here

  • Pick one: eggs, rotisserie chicken, or frozen meatballs.
  • Pick one: tortillas, rice, or bread.
  • Add one: bag salad, baby carrots, or frozen broccoli.
  • Add one sauce: salsa, ranch, marinara, or hummus.
  • Put it on the table. Sit down. Eat something. Breathe.

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Now go feed everybody something. Ugly dinner still counts. I will die on this hill.

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Fuck-It Friday: Burnout and the Dinner Spiral

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Some weeks I nail dinner. Other weeks I’m standing in front of the fridge like it’s a goddamn oracle, hoping it’ll whisper some kind of holy meal plan to me.

Spoiler: it never fucking does.

Let’s talk about the part of parenting no one warns you about—feeding these tiny humans 21 god damn meals a week (and that’s not even counting snacks).

Because burnout isn’t just real—it shows up hardest right around 5:00 p.m., when your body’s still in motion but your brain has checked the hell out.

😵‍💫 Why burnout shows up hardest at 5:00 p.m.

Because by then:

  • You’ve answered 47 questions about snacks
  • You’ve solved 3 kid fights, scheduled 2 appointments, and forgot 1 school thing
  • You’ve already worked your actual job or kept the house semi-upright all day
  • And somehow dinner is still on you?

There’s nothing left in the tank. And yet… here the fuck they come, hungry and emotionally unstable, like a tiny dinner cult.

🚨 Signs You Need a Break from “Home Chef Mode”:

  • You’re googling “can you eat marshmallows for dinner”
  • The sound of the microwave beeping makes you irrationally angry
  • You fantasize about someone else just handing you a damn plate
  • You catch yourself thinking “maybe the dog can share this sandwich with the kids”
  • You’ve said, “I don’t care what you eat—just feed yourselves” more than once this week

If any of these sound familiar: congrats, you’re in the dinner spiral. And you’re not alone.

🥴 My Favorite “No-Thought” Meals That Still Look Put Together:

When you’ve got nothing left but still need to serve something resembling a meal:

1. Breakfast for Dinner

Scrambled eggs, toast, maybe fruit if you can dig some out of the fridge. Bonus points for pancakes.

2. YOYO Night (You’re On Your Own)

Let the big kids raid the fridge. Sandwiches, cereal, leftover chicken nuggets—whatever. You don’t even have to supervise.

3. Snack Dinner

Cheese cubes, crackers, baby carrots, grapes, deli meat. Put it on a tray and call it a charcuterie board. Boom, you’re Pinterest-worthy.

4. Quesadillas with Whatever’s in the Fridge

Tortilla + cheese + literally anything. Throw it on the stove and fold it in half. Done.

5. BBQ Chicken Wraps or Lazy Taco Bowls

If you have rotisserie chicken or taco meat prepped, you’re already winning. Toss it in a tortilla or bowl and pretend it was intentional.

🥣 And a gentle reminder:

Cereal is a valid dinner.
It counts.
It has vitamins.
And you didn’t scream while making it.

Call it a win.

❤️ Final Thoughts:

You’re not lazy. You’re exhausted. You’re not failing. You’re overwhelmed.
And sometimes the best thing you can do is take the night off, even if it just means letting everyone eat toaster waffles and calling it a vibe.

You’ve done enough. You are enough.
And if anyone needs you, you’ll be eating dry Cheerios out of a mug in the laundry room with the door locked.

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