Dear Christ this day. Happy Mother’s Day to all y'all mothers out there! I realize it’s Sunday and we’re recapping the week at the beginning of the week… But whatever. It’s the end of the weekend, therefore the end of the week. Sunday is the end of the week not the beginning. There. I said it. Moving on.

In the words of one of my beloved residents…”I’m in too deep“. Granted, when SHE said it, the situation really didn’t merit the dramatics. She bought too much at the facility's “store” with her BINGO winnings and was overwhelmed… but. It tracks and now I’m fixated on it. I’m in too deep too girl.

My life:

Between work, kids sports, school and end of the year field trips, special activity days, dress up days, sports and then shenanigans of “coparenting”… (I’ll say no more.) but honestly…the last month of school is the worst for parents. We’re just treading water with our big toe at this point…

So here it sit. I’m in too deep. But it’s Mother’s Day and as far as mother things go, I could care less about the shenanigans and soaked in every moment with each of my kiddos that I possibly could. God. I am blessed. And nothing anyone tried to do to sabotage or hurt that can change that…So, sips wine now that the kids are in bed I think I’ve done pretty well as far as Mommin goes. I’ve got some amazing kids and an amazing hubby and partner. So moving on…

Things I’ve learned this week:

“Goon” is no longer an acceptable word to use. As a Xennial, it was appropriate to say thing such as “what are you doing ya goon…” or something similar. Goon. A noun, or what was previously a noun meaning a thug or bully or whatever…is now a verb and its meaning is nothing near what it was before. (So I have been informed by my younger coworkers). Not going to elaborate. Google it.

So goon is off the table. 🤣

Moving on. Still…in too deep.

Barefoot shoes. I got some. I was skeptical. (Highly skeptical). I wore them at work today (9 hours of a nursing shift on my feet) and I’m sold. Love them. First time I haven’t been limping when I got home. 10/10.

Pipe cleaners. When you buy them, hide them right away. I made the mistake of leaving the package out, my daughter asked if she could use one. I agreed to one. There are now 72 pipe cleaner bracelets sitting in my living room.

Allergies:

I love the trees. But right now. Fuck them. Fuck them all the way to hell. That is all.

Barbie dolls:

Don’t buy Barbies from the dollar store. Or do…but I thought I was getting a deal picking one up from Family Dollar. What we got was Crime Scene Barbie. I have found this loosely jointed babe all over my house in numerous nefarious positions… and let me just say. It’s disturbing. Someone get me some chalk so I can outline the body when I find it.

Plans:

If you’ve made it this far…or this deep. Let’s talk for a second about plans. I’m going to post and get things going but the big idea is that I’m working on building a site for interactive fiction but also sharing me. I think that we all want to find some connection…genuine connection with real people and my goal is to build this site to express myself in a way that allows me to be authentic, entertain people, and honestly, forget about the heaviness of the world. So if you’re into random thoughts, random chaos, stories, and Oxford commas… heyyyyy girl hey. I have no idea how to build an online community and platform so bear with me. I’m not a business person. I’m a wife, a mom, nurse…but I’m also a creative, wild woman spirit and I’m so excited to share things I find fun and be able to connect with kindred spirits. No AI generated posts, stories or videos. No thanks. So if you’re into that and you dig what I’m shoveling… please consider subscribing

Closing Time:

I’m in too deep. Maybe you are too. But I hope that when faced with shenanigans and bullshit of life you choose yourself. Choose the “high road” not because they deserve it, but because you deserve peace. You deserve to laugh, you’re safe to cry. And most of all, you deserve love. Unconditional love. Love yourself. So go on about your day And just remember, you get to choose how you show up, despite your circumstances (why did I have to fight autocorrect so hard to not have that say circumcisions…) But for me, I’ve learned in this life, choose your peace and follow your heart. Be compassionate in a way that allows you to understand other people without sacrificing your authenticity and be responsible enough to treat others the way you would want to be treated regardless of their actions.

Got it? Ok. Now help me figure out a better, non hurtful word to replace Goon…because 🫠

k byeeeeeeeeee. cracks a mom beer