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Dooce’s Life Still Very, Very Hard

Heather, breath of musty air, has found the solution to shivering in her mansion – go on another trip. After taking a moment to mock her daughter’s card, Dooce evidently boarded a plane to spend Valentine’s Day in New York City:

 …where I took some time to sleep and eat and wander around aimlessly like a proper tourist, forcing myself to release what had become some sort of death grip on the sails of life and work and the idea of my future.

In order to cope with the neverending stress of being Dooce, she did touristy things like take pictures of men standing in front of subways and hanging around the Empire State Building, which is obviously how most mothers want to spend their Valentine’s Day.

If this is “the winter where I’m doing the best I can to save money on my heating bill”, why is she spending money to jaunt off to NYC for a Valentine’s Day “sleep and eat”? I mean, she never says anymore why she takes all these trips but since she states that all she did was eat, sleep, and mosey around being a tourist contemplating the Titanic that is her life and brand, one assumes this is something she paid for herself.

Which…honestly, fine, whatever. She can spend her money on what she wants. Mostly *I* want to know why can’t she sleep in her own house? She’s constantly running off to hotels to “sleep”. Either that house is sitting on an evil burial ground and she truly is unable to get a blink of sleep for weeks at a time, or she’s not taking all these trips just to “sleep”.