Tag: #living

F*ck…It’s Over

The entire weekend flew by. 😫 My entire Saturday was spent cleaning every inch of occupied square footage of my house and waiting for my first born to return home from Georgia. Her brother had driven me fucking nuts missed her so much!

My mom called several times complaining of her boredom, to ask questions about her internet/phone and to poke fun at her grandson. She can be a handful some days. I enjoy her when she’s in this mood because mental illness is such a bitch disease.

I made sure to get all of my daughter’s birthday gifts, framed and on the wall. She’s hell bent on this African themed bedroom. That she will change 6 times over the next 6 months. But oh well this is what us parents do. Right? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Today, I started several projects, finished none and then realized one of them was for my Grandmother’s birthday tomorrow. 🤦🏾‍♀️ I never buy her anything, it’s always homemade, with much thought (sometimes too much) and a little hardwork. I mean after all this woman (and my grandfather RIP) raised me. Had it not been for them…I probably would have ended up a thot in these streets a little differently.

So before I went to bed, I had to play tag in the dark with Simba (stepping in dog shit…all my fault); to wear his ass out so he could come in the house and go to bed, “customize” my aunt’s tablet and Firestick, and find something to wear back to Hell tomorrow. I feel like I should call it Slavery, because those people are under the impression that “we” are still not free. Ugh. I hope I receive a positive affirmation tomorrow morning that won’t leave me feeling so militant angry pissed unsure of why I decided read it at all. The purpose is to make you think positively about the day, right? I guess I do that all fucking wrong. It’s so hard to think positive when you feel so oppressed. 😤

Can someone remind me why I got my Master’s again? New job…where are you?

Fuckin’ Friday the 13th

So today has been one of the busiest days I’ve had in a while. I generally try to have all my work done during the week so that I have a “chill” Friday. But this entire week has been HELL!

I did get to eat lunch with my bestie which always makes the day 100 times better. There is a silver lining to going to work when your best friend is there too.

Well outside of that place I oftentimes call “Hell Hole”, I managed to make it one more week without meat. And I do mean real meal, like chicken, steak, fish…you know for you vulgar minded readers lol.

So I drive up to my house and low and behold, my mailbox is replaced 😍. After almost 3 months, I’m back to receiving mail at my house and not picking it up in bulk at the post office! I’m elated. I look up and see my mini man in the driveway with his dad jumping up and down…job 1 down, job 2 begins. His sister isn’t at home so its ‘let’s drive mom absolutely insane until it’s time for me to go to bed’ time.

He wouldn’t let me in the house so we started with a walk towards the front of the subdivision. Well I made the non-educated decision to wear these pants to work today because I was being lazy and they roll under my stomach…(I so have to get rid of this shit!) 🙄 Every few paces I have to stop and unroll my pants. I give up…”come on baby, let’s walk back this way.” I cannot deal lol. So we get back to the house. I notice my faded (idgaf it’s my favorite) yard flag is flipped into the shrubs. I walk up with him on my heels to correct it without getting poked by the holly shrub.

I so badly want to go inside and sit down. Nope. This guy wants to play. 🤦🏾‍♀️ This is going to take a while. So while he pulls out the scooter, wagon and his powerwheel, I decide to get up all the torn gift bags and tissue paper that Simba shredded the day my husband decided to put him in the garage…alone. Might as well be productive if I’m going to sweat. 🤷🏾‍♀️ So I get all that up and decide to pull out my lounge patio chair in the driveway and watch Fudge write on the concrete with chalk. At least there’s a nice breeze. Unnoticeably, I ball up on my chair like I’m inside..quickly I find out I have a hole in my pants on the back of my thigh. Fuck this day…let’s go inside already. I need a drink. 😒

We make it in…I start picking up toys in the living room and give up. I collapse on the sofa. ‘Holy’ 🤗 pants and all. The hell with today. I’m going to eat a few gummy bears and relax. 😌

It Begins…

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A few days ago, I had the idea (once again) to start a blog. A little unsure why…(maybe to get all the things inside my head out), in hopes it would make room for other things…more positive things. And even if it doesn’t I’m ok with just allowing the world to read my daily walk.

I mean because unless you’re a stalker…nevermind we aren’t going to start this out crazy just yet.

Since I didnt scratch my itch of writing a book (putting my life for the last 15 years in black and white) for the world to see what I went through (Under a pen name of course….🙄), I decided to start this blog.

How many times am I going to type it. As the first entry this is probably a good indication that I need to go to bed so that I can give you a good fresh entry tomorrow.

Positive Affirmation From Today

I honor my need to rest and recharge. I am committed to finding at least one hour of “me” time today!