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I don’t know if I ever feel good about anything. I’m too neurotic about that. I tend to find something wrong about everything. I think we’re all in the great wide open. I really want to like the world, but I also have to address what I see in it. Life is wild, you know?
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Stealing mamas bagel this morning, after taking everything off of it 😂
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1998- Fiona Apple on 30 years of Rolling Stone.
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Being a mother brings out all the best AND worst in yourself sometimes. I’ve started to despise how short tempered and impatient I am when it comes to bed time. Admittedly I’ve gotten a smidgen better recently and some nights it’s a little bit of a breeze. I can sing him straight to sleep or lay side by side trading kisses back and forth till he’s succumbed to sleep. Others it’s an endless struggle and I find my stomach in knots by the end of it all. It’s as if another version of myself comes through as I’m robotically picking him up, putting him back down, sternly saying “it’s time for bed, please go to sleep” and turning over while he whimpers and continues to toss and turn. It’s against everything I believe in, I’ve never been a believer of “cry it out” yet times like these rationality goes out the window. Nights such as these I feel like it’s the only way to get him to settle down and it hurts my heart immensely to be so harsh. I think to myself “If I ever saw anyone act the way I am acting right now towards Julian I would want to wring their necks. So why am I? How am I? How do I let my inner frustrations control situations this way?” Five seconds after he’s fallen asleep I’m riddled with undeniable guilt and sorrow for being so cold as it’s not his fault and my anger isn’t towards him whatsoever yet that’s how it ends up being directed when I’m hanging by a string. I dream of being able to fall asleep simultaneously and not stress about how long it takes or what ungodly time it is but I can’t because I need to continue to work on not only being a mother but a partner, which entails prying my eyes open a little longer so I can spend some quality time with the fiancé as well. By the time all’s said and done I don’t even want to do that because I feel so rotten about the way our bedtime routine went down. Is it just me and every other parent is able to read books and gently soothe their little ones to bed at the drop of a pin ? No hair pulling necessary ? 😐😬🤐 Some nights I cant help but feel like a total failure as this complete and utter angels mama and it’s a miserable feeling. I spent 5 mins kissing his forehead over and over and telling him how much I love him before I could leave his room and then spent the rest of the time wishing I hadn’t spent those last few minutes so bitterly 🤦♀️ Enough pity party now. Motherhoods just a real damn roller coaster 🙇♀️
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Chris is not just one of our favorite musicians. He’s more than that and I’m sure you guys know what I mean.
He’s family. He’s Soungarden family, he’s Pearl Jam family.
It’s a shock. It is unfair. It is surreal. It can’t be, it’s a joke. All kinds of thoughts are rushing in our minds. But unfortunately, it is real. And there is no meaning in that, no reason at all. How do we live with that? How do we listen to his music? It’s not the same anymore. It never will be. We somehow need to learn how to accept this, we need to learn how to live with this new hole in our hearts. And it takes time. And believe me, I can’t fully understand that I’m writing all of this knowing that Chris is not with us anymore.
It makes my heart a bit lighter to see how the whole community comes together to remember how absolutely incredible he was, his wit, his unique sense of humor, his talent, his kindness, his all loving heart. All of that will always stay with us.
I just really fucking hope that he’s with Andy now.
Andy, Shannon, Layne... the list goes on. ~ Heartbroken.
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