Enough with the Dating

All I do is date.  I date men. I date nannies. I date job candidates.  Frankly, I'm exhausted.

I'm ready to stop shaving my legs, to wear tattered underwear, and to let my bikini wax grow out.

I'm sick of discussing my parenting philosophy, showing off my child's reading list and pretending that my bathrooms are always clean.

I'm exhausted from outlining my management style, showcasing my program achievements and pretending that I have a 5-year, 10-year and 15-year vision, other than escaping to a beach in Hawaii where I can throw both my cell phone and my laptop into a tidal pool.

Enough.  I've had it.  Dear Lord, all I want for Christmas is to stop dating.