Closing out 2023 in 2024 πŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ

Typical “me” behavior πŸ™„

Listen. It was a bumpy end of the year. 3 deaths, schooling transitions, business transitions, and trying to do things I didn’t really want to do, like go back to school.

I’m tired just thinking about it! Somehow, I managed to crawl my life into the new year. πŸ™ƒ

There has been a lot of strange news happening, but the strangest news of all, to me, is I’m coming into the 2024 year, NOT pregnant πŸ€ͺ

Seriously, though. I know we did some things, so it won’t ever happen again, but it just feels foreign to be 2 years in (almost) and not have had a positive pregnancy test.

>disclaimer< I am a happily married woman who welcomes all of our pregnancies and births because I can

I will not lie and say it hasn’t been rough. I noticed as I age, my patience thins out just a little more. And baby, if you know me, it wasn’t that thick to start. It’s not like I have NO patience, but what I do know is I have NO tolerance. Whew, a day in my shoes, and you would think I was pretty rough because I can not be around someone who doesn’t think, use their logic, or apply common sense. Like, who raised you?

Well, they say that your children will exercise you in the ways you hate. Oh. My. GOD!

I can’t even ask them, who raised you because it’s ME! I raised them. But why? Why?!

I will point to a spot, and they will look all around the spot. I legit be wanting to cry, like, yall can’t be this dumb. 🀣 Smart as a whip in those books but my god…. I swear I wish I raised them in Philly because they lack wherewithal, and I just can’t. I blame it on their father because ain’t no way, Boi. Ain’t NO way.

These jokers have been testing my patience with everything. School, housework, you name it. So, I decided that it’s time to go back on schedules. If it’s an action, it had a schedule. Eating, cleaning, laundy, vacation, day-to-day. Ev πŸ‘πŸΎverπŸ‘πŸΎeπŸ‘πŸΎthingπŸ‘πŸΎ. If I could, they’d breathe on schedule.

On another note, I learned that I was gentle parenting all wrong. But I’m practicing the new way, so I will keep you posted.

It’s not New Year New Me.. it’s the same old me πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ

Sorry. Not sorry.

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