There comes a time in every single mother’s life when the stars align in a way so rare, so unexpected, that you don’t really believe it’s happening until you’re three episodes deep into And Just Like That and you realise no one has asked you to find anything in over four hours.
My daughter Belle is away for the week with my sister and my dog Mako is on a sleepover at my mum’s – no doubt being hand-fed ham off the bone and having the time of her little furry life. Which means, dear reader, I have the entire house to myself.
I KNOW.
I considered going out, doing something wild like having a social life, but honestly, the only thing I really wanted to do was sit on the sofa, bra-less, watching Carrie Bradshaw make terrible decisions, and eat snacks. So imagine my joy – my delight – when the Indulge snack box from Wellboxes turned up at my door like a cardboard treasure chest of happiness.
Let me tell you, this is not just a snack box. This is a curated experience. It’s the kind of snack selection that says, “We know you haven’t been alone in your house since 2007 and we’re here for you.”
Inside was an assortment of sweet and savoury joy: posh popcorn (aka not the kind that smells like feet in the office microwave), fancy chocolate that you pretend to savour but actually inhale in one sitting, and even a couple of drinks to wash it all down like the classy hermit queen you are.
I spread the contents out on my coffee table like I was about to do some kind of fancy Instagram photoshoot (I wasn’t), and then proceeded to completely forget to take a photo and just eat everything while watching Charlotte try to navigate parenting two teenagers like she hasn’t clearly got a full-time team of nannies off-screen.
The popcorn was that sweet and salty combo that tricks you into thinking it’s healthy. The chocolate? Dangerous. The good kind of dangerous. The kind that makes you consider hiding the wrapper under something else in the bin so no one judges you. (Not that anyone’s here. But still.)
By the time I got to episode five and started wondering how Miranda went from iconic lawyer to giggling mess in a beanie, I’d already decided I might order another box next week just to recreate the vibe.
Because let’s be honest – this wasn’t just a snack box. It was a statement. A moment of calm. A tiny rebellion against adulthood and laundry and the relentless daily question of “what’s for dinner?” It was me time, in its crunchiest, crumbliest, most chocolate-smudged form.
So if you, too, ever find yourself in the miraculous position of being home alone – no kids, no pets, no one asking you where their other black hoodie is – do yourself a favour. Forget the socialising. Get the snacks. Put your phone on Do Not Disturb and let the chaos of fictional New York wash over you.
You deserve it.
I was gifted this snack box for the purposes of this review