Here I was thinking I was the best dog parent in the world and then I stumble upon Justin Theroux having candlelit dinners with his pups, and now I feel like a fool. How could I possibly have thought I was doing an A+ job if I wasn't even inviting Eli to join me for dinner over soft, romantic lighting?
I'm embarrassed and ashamed.
But now thanks to Justin Theroux setting the standard for exceptional parenting (minus giving Kuma people food like burgers and pasta, but that's a subject for a different time), I am determined to be better. I/we all need to step our game up asap. Even if your good boy/girl doesn't give a shit (which they definitely don't), who cares - this isn't about them!
This is about forcing your bff to have dinner with you so you don't eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwich alone for the first time in 6 weeks.
And the candlelight? Well, we all deserve to look as good in real life as we do under its magical glow.
Treat yo self.