Morning...
My day starts
With alarms
And rolling over
And wanting
Five
More
Minutes
And then I get up

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Morning...
My day starts
With alarms
And rolling over
And wanting
Five
More
Minutes
And then I get up
When did the rage in my bones turn to ashes of enervation?
Stirred to flames again at the slightest provocation?
When did the burning in my eyes mean more than the tears of frustration?
The hurts and holes and fears all piled high in perpetuation.
When did the power of my words suffer bleeding castration?
Burning booking, marking pages, censorships, mass striation.
The hope in my heart is turning blood and gore and fighting generation.
But the rage in my bones has turned into ashes of enervation.
My favorite part of seeing little kids every day is asking how old they are and responding by calling them ancient and asking how their hair isn't gray yet.
Gotta brag on my partner for a minute.
I work a regular 9 to 5 job, but he's been on second shift for a few months because the money was good. But this left me alone to run the house, take care of the kids, etc. right? Well, it was really starting to take a toll on my mental health. He didn't notice for awhile because the only time we saw each other was in the mornings on the weekends and 30 mins a day on his dinner break during the week.
He took notice when I came upstairs one Saturday at noon, took one look at the absolute destruction in my living room that I had cleaned the night before, burst into tears and then went back to bed for the rest of the day. He (thankfully) had the day off.
He let me sleep. Then took measures to make sure he could go back to first shift as soon as humanly possible. He took over as many responsibilities as he could, like laundry (which can be done in the middle of the night) and some grocery shopping, and he now goes back to first this upcoming Monday.
I'm so proud of him. He has come so far from the self centered little shit I first met 12 years ago.
When the orchards turn feral will the future know what they once were? Or will they think that the largest trees in the forest were planted in straight rows by some ancient god lost to time?
Got tired of the 15yo using my electric razor so I had to tell her that if she kept using the razor I use to shave my hoo-ha to shave her hoo-ha I was gonna use it to shave her eyebrows.
So true
Did a bard write this?
Welp. This headache has made me realize that all I had for dinner last night was a jar of cashews. And breakfast was like 5 fig newtons 🤦🤦🤦
My partner has his moment where he could improve, however, there are ways I can tell he really loves me. Like loves, LOVES me. Like when he pauses his game so he can help me put my panties on because bending over causes my migraine to be unbearable 🥰🥰
You are technically proof that your ancestors had a 100% success rate with at least one person. Happy Ancestor Appreciation Day!
Do people who are into feet view strappy sandals as lingerie?
Context: my aunt died the other day and I was driving when I was informed. Thus my 6y.o. heard the whole conversation. And I was on the phone with my cousin when this gem fell from her lips.
Me: I gotta go. Aunt M is calling. (hangs up and tries to answer but it won't connect) Huh. I guess I have to call her back.
6y.o.: But she's dead....
I am aware of my skin right now and I am not okay.
So apparently I didn't unzip my pants all the way so when I leaned over to wipe the zipper pulled apart but my brain didn't brain quite right so my thought was "Why did my pants just vibrate?"
Every time I see a man without a shirt I think of that post where one person posted a picture of Aladdin asking "Do you trust me?" And another person responded "NO! WHERE ARE YOUR NIPPLES?!"
Real life question I got asked today: "Mom. If your mom is called mom but then we call you mom but then mom mom?"
What she actually meant and eventually got out: "Grandma is your mom, but you are our mom- and dad has a mom, too?"