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The shots of the Utah mountains? The scene of the guys fishing (minus the guys) beautiful!!

But the real reason I’m thinking ok this is good tv: Taylor’s parent’s BBQ. Regardless of how you feel about the events leading up to it, the scene of Lianne praying about Taylor and Dakota and Taylor sobbing? Gold.

Also idk if something happened and she changed or if this is edited as such, but Taylor is like a different person entirely in this. She’s relatable. Taylor now scares me. My armchair psychologist view is she had no positive validation growing up and then suddenly got a lot of it from social media so has a very confused view towards her worth.

Idk, I feel like I probably broke a rule, sorry if I did, but it’s nice to see we liked this show for a reason. These people did at one point seem normalish.

They were adorable! The one the baby “made” was her footprint as a lawnmower and something about mowing and being a good dad (too tired to remember the pun they used, it was cute).

He LOVED them! They were adorable!!

I had to go to the bathroom and giggle to myself for a second….its been years since my husband has mowed the lawn. That’s all me baby! Edging too! So. Tiny petty moment of feminist victory to myself in my bathroom. Decided to share with you all rather than make a petty comment to my husband. He’s a great dad!

My husband has the flu. He’s actually sick, is now on his second day being bedridden. We’re usually pretty 50/50 with our hands on parenting time (I carry 100% of the mental load), so having a few days on my own isn’t the end of the world, I’m happy to support his health! But at the same time it feels like he’s really playing this up. Part of me knows that if I had this same illness I would still be parenting, cleaning, getting through the bare minimum at least. I currently have a horrible cold and a worse migraine, but I’m the one up and going. Sometime in the future I’m getting the man flu and letting my husband do what I’m doing today aka everything. Not today, but, someday.