I’m laying in the bed considering jumping on my computer to get a jump start on tomorrow, except it technically IS tomorrow which means imma be hella tired and ill prepared. I can’t sleep though. I drank too much water and now my stomach hurts. πππ Don’t laugh at me laugh with me.
Outside of a few meetings, today was a no work day. It shouldn’t have been but I have been hammering down on the RushBunch because they are considering going to public school for 2021-2022 year. I’m not sure how I feel about that but I am not going to hinder or try to persuade their decision. On one hand it sucks because all of that anxiety I get from them going to public school will rush back but on the other hand a more diverse environment will do them good. Imma just keep a paper bag on me to breathe in because I ain’t no punk! π€£ I lie. When it comes to my children I get so emotional but don’t tell them that. Remember that time like two years ago I told y’all I let them see me cry. Man, I didn’t live that shit down for MONTHS! Every picture they drew I was a big ass cry baby. These children have no chill. Now that I think about it, they might still be low key clowning me because everyday they come to me like 100 times “mommy are you alright”. Bruh I’m brushing my teeth. π€ They are brutal.
Anyway. I went to my first mixer of 2021 that consisted of more than 5 people. It feels so good being off punishment from 2020. I met some amazing people. Swapped stories and numbers. I think I’m going to stop telling people how many children I have until our 3rd interaction. It’s a mood killer sometimes because some people are still in the mindset of “oh my god, why would you have that many children”. They don’t say it but its all over their face. Its annoying to be honest. Like, am I asking for your help? I make good money and have a husband. We are SO good.
Usually I’m a rock when it comes to how people feel about me but I already told you that I’m a sucka for my babies. God has not touched that part of me yet so I be ready to fight QUICK. Lbvs.
Y’all pray my skremf.