The Everyday Adventures No One Asked For .

Chronic Migriane. Furmom. Wife.

[mrssarahpudd]

[mrssarahpudd]

Allow me to get this off my chest. I work at a daycare. I have for years. And I am fed up with the Autism excuse!

Yes I know there are different levels of it. I know I know I know. But nowadays parents get the diagnosis and thats the crutch. The excuse for everything.

They spat in everyone's milk.

"Well, you know the door have Autism."

They screamed top of there lungs all day.

"Well, you know the door have Autism."

They made a shank and went after 2 friends.

"Well, you know the door have Autism."

Really? I had a little girl taking her shoes during nap and smacking other kids. I take them she screams. Dosent bother me!

I explain her day-to-day mom.

"Well she is autistic like her brother remeber?"

Ma'am you want them tonwalknallnover you and end up in jail for being wild as teens. Thats you. In my class?! Hell no!

And before anyone goes off of how i don't understand.

Wrong there Shelley Sue!

I'm autistic myself. 💋

[mrssarahpudd]

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A baby destined to be sacrificed, a witch living in the forest, and a town built on fear come together in a magical story about love, memory, and the power of truth. It was refreshing to read a fantasy that didn't rely on romance or smut. The themes reminded me a lot of The Giver, especially its exploration of what happens when people are shielded from difficult emotions and memories. The final chapters had me reading through blurry eyes and wiping away tears.

[mrssarahpudd]

After 3hrs and 53 min. Literally! I timed it. The sewing table my husband got me for Christmas is finally together.

[mrssarahpudd]

Somewhere along the way, I misplaced myself without ever truly meeting who I was meant to be. With every turn of the calendar, I tried to crawl free from old skin, but fear and uncertainty always caught my ankle and pulled me backward. I became a caterpillar trapped inside her cocoon, straining toward wings she could almost feel unfurling, only to begin rotting into a bitter, anxiety-soaked self portrait I never meant to paint.

Watercolor stains slowly gave way to coffee rings hastily wiped from countertops while packing my husband’s lunch on rushed mornings. The crafts that once fed my spirit became projects approved for work, tidy and practical, stripped of their wild little heartbeat. Dreams of aerial hoop dances dissolved into budgeting spreadsheets and survival strategies for a world forever rattling its tin cup in the name of capitalism.

And now, as I stand at the edge of forty, my mind and soul pull against each other like two exhausted hands in a game of tug-of-war. Is this all there is? A slow carousel of mundane days, prescriptions, responsibilities, and repeated routines dressed up as living? Or is there still time to claw my way out of this tattered shell?

Can faded dreams still be revived if held gently enough?

Can I fill my life again with the whimsy I once tucked away like contraband, hidden carefully so I could pass as normal?

Maybe the saddest thing is not that I lost my magic. Maybe it’s that I survived by pretending I never had any at all.

[mrssarahpudd]

Hello is anyone there?

I almost forgot about Tumblr intact I thought it had died away. In a way I think it kinda has.

People I follow most haven't updated for 4+ years. But I just need to vomit my life. If people read it or not. If they like it or not. I don't care really. I have journals. I use journals. But I also just want a audience I guess.

So here I am once again. My name is Sarah I'm now 36, is that too old for Tumblr? I am now married to an amazing man. We have two furbabies. I hope to share my life more.

Be back later I guess.

[mrssarahpudd]

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I'm not usually a self-help reader or anything like that. But when I saw this title on a tiktok, I was intrigued, and I'm glad I gave it a shot. This book is funny, creative, and has some really good ideas for just in a way not giving a fuck. Being your true self unapologetically and getting your creativity back to life

[theartofmadeline]

i promise i wouldn't blame you

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Dinosaur Glasses // David White Glass

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This household is sick of winter. Sick of cold. Sick of sickness. And just plan sick.

[mrssarahpudd]

But... Thats not my job its yours. I think not myself for the billionth time today at work.

[mrssarahpudd]

Meatloaf, stuffing, mac and cheese, rolls.

[okdubu]

Reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they're curious about.

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Please, that would be wonderful! ☆

My inbox 💫☁️

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Take a deep breath. Everything will be alright. You will be okay. The sun will rise again and the flowers will start to bloom.

[mrssarahpudd]

I follow a lot of body positive, spiritual journey, how to be 'that girl's, how to be organized, ect on tik tok. I listen to them about toxic energy. Toxic relationships. Shadow work. I cheer these people on. In there positive journey. No over the last week... I've been going to them for advice. For tips and tricks to help myself.

Work is toxic.... I get up at 425AM. Get all my hubs hit ready. I get ready. Drive 35 mins do my job and the job of 3 others. While everyone around me is toxic. I work to close most days. 35 mins home. Straight to the kitchen to cook. Try to do a load of laundry. Shower. Bed. I get little relaxing time with my husband. I get no relaxing time for myself. Even after work at home I get messages of this bitch fuck this. Weekends are used to dream of having a better schedule so I dont feel like a failure. Trying to equally have alone time for my mental health and time with my husband so I don't need like a failure. Plus clean the house so I dont feel like a failure. I am at my breaking point........

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Who knew my hobby of amature scambaiting would help me at my daycare job. 🤔🤯

So as a little hobby of mine I do scam baiting. Im no one big like Kitboga, Scammer Payback, or Trilogy Media. Nothing like them. But I do help by wasting the scammers time. So thats less time they have to scam someone else. I find these scammers off of games like Scrabble, Words with Friends, ect. They all play of the same scripts mixing and matching certain 'facts'. I do get some scammers to confess and they are always from Nigeria.

NOTE! I am NOT saying everyone from Nigeria is a scammer.

So anyway! I have been doing this for a few years now. Along the way I have picked up a good many words in Nigerian. How does this help me at my job as a daycare teacher? About 4 months ago we had a father with a very heavy (and very familiar to me) ancient come to enroll his son. Turns out they are from Nigeria! The father has great English his 3 year old son knows none.

Imagine how scary that is? To be dropped off in an unfamiliar place. With people and kids you don't know. Nor can you understand! The poor boy had fits everyday.

One day we where short staffed. I wasn't feeling the greatest (migraine). Here comes this boy screaming yelling trying to run out the door. I was also trying to start breakfeast because our cook was out. I finally snapped and yelled idakẹjẹ! The boy looked up at me and pouted. Then it hit me, oh yea! I know some words in Nigerian. All because og my ho by as an amateur scam baiter.