Oh hey nope.
We are not starting this Monday crying about how we definitely should have gotten some extra help for postpartum anxiety while your eldest was a baby. That ship has sailed.
Please repost if any of your followers might be able to connect me with a smallish, non-official dog rescue type group in the Los Angeles area. Los Angeles proper, the actual city. Looking for folks who might be willing to approach a family with neglected dogs and negotiate purchase/rehoming/etc.
When I was a kid, I used to constantly get in trouble for writing and drawing on myself. My mom tried to convince me it would make me sick but I’m pretty sure it was an aesthetic thing. I do not care if my kids draw on themselves. It isn’t a big deal.
I comment on someone’s post that they were doing a good job being a parent during a time when it feels scary to parent and someone else was offended and told me to get a grip because “it’s not like your kids are working in the mines.”
Inner peace is just blocking people you don’t know who try to pick fights on social media without trying to change hearts and minds.
It can turn into a bit of an emotional circle jerk which isn’t useful, for sure. If my house is on fire, I don’t want thoughts and prayers.
Whenever there is something awful going on it’s alway, “Check on your ___ people, we are not okay!” But there is SO MUCH happening that EVERYONE is in need of a check in and no one has the bandwidth to do it.
Photo of a tv with Spotify open and “Outta Your Mind” by Lil Jon and LMFAO playing.
3yo: Mama, dat my favorite song?
Me: Yeah babe, it is!
The song:
It’s so weird to me that my aunt’s ex-husband is semi-famous and does all sorts of podcasts and talks that my friends then repost. I haven’t seen this man in person in more than 20 years and he couldn’t pick me out in a crowd but I still see his face all the time.
I learned how to darn with a speed loom!
*Sane
JFC
Things I’m doing to stay same right now:
- learning new clothing mending techniques
- trying to do more with less
- soup
- getting railed
- approximately a book a week
- creating community spaces wherever I can
- remembering what doing drugs feels like
- signing my kids ups for karate
- lifting
My mom tried twitter once for a Disney convention, didn’t understand how it worked, HATED it. I was relieved and did not feel inclined to teach her but now threads is SO ACCESSIBLE.
Thinking about my great aunt this morning. She passed last year. She never had kids and flat out refused to labor for men. After her husband died, she dated a farmer who expected her to cook and clean for him. She said no and moved into an assisted living facility without telling him.
I may end up spending more time on this app than k have been. My mom found my threads and there have been a lot more mental health check ins than usual. 😆
Not that it worked in the long run, but they tried.
The older I get, the more pissed off I am that my parents raised me to be “well behaved.”
Max says he pulled a prank on the kids at his table today and told them all that he snuck to watch the news and watched the Eiffel Tower collapse and convinced them that it was real and said it’s OK. I’ll tell them it’s fake tomorrow but tomorrow is Saturday.
It is amazing how many things are genetic that I didn’t realize. This is just a tiny version of my husband bullying me from the backseat.
Nash and I are in the car. He has a Tour San Diego map. “Mama, there’s Target on the map! Want you to find it!”
I take the map. “Honey, I don’t think they put stores on this map.”
“No it in der!”
“Where do YOU think it is on here?”
“Mama GIVE IT TO ME. Give me da map. SEE?? There!!”
I have a lot of food allergies. Going food shopping is extremely time consuming, especially with my two kids, because I have to read and make sure it’s safe for me. But WHY do I have an unfounded fear that someone will see me reading labels and assume im an almond mom??
forest walk with my kid & a friend hunting berries, a woman with a large stick stopped 3 (dressed all in purple).“Purple or nothing! Good job, little one!” My friend leans over, “She was a witch.”
“Whaaaaat we ran into the witch in the woods while WE were doing witch shit in the woods?!” WE CACKLE
Today I fucked up. My eldest is doing a week of day camp for the very first time. He’s 6. It’s at a zoo. Today the youngest also wanted to go to the zoo so we did. We managed to meet up with the camp kids at a park which 6 loved! But then it was time for me to leave and he melted into a puddle.fuck
Went to local book store to order my go-to baby shower books and the dude got alarmed, “You know you’ve bought these two books like, three time already, right?” Yes, I am aware.
Feel better, Marian! Take care of yourself. We will be here when you get back.
💜
I wonder if folks from my childhood with whom I no longer interact look at me and go, “Yeah she turned out fuckin’ queer, too! I guess it really was all of us.” 😆
Last night I went to a dance class with a friend and we were talking about how it’s good to save money but it feels like the bombs are hover over our heads so we should try to enjoy ourselves. We went to dinner after and while she was in the bathroom I checked the news really quick. Oh. 😅
We are at the stage of the summer where the kids are playing together so nicely and I think, “Man, N is going to miss his brother so much when school starts,” even though I KNOW it won’t last.
How am I doing today, you ask? Well this morning I spent 15 minutes trying to figure out what car was driving around my neighborhood honking and yelling and it turned out that there was a video playing on my phone in my pocket on repeat.
