She's an Organized Disaster

Ok. So while this is not my proudest moment in life due to a family member recently experiencing abuse is the reason why I think it's important for me to revisit my experience.  However, this will be short, because I prayed and promised that I would NEVER let this crap consume my life ever again. I spent 8 years with my abuser.  Not being raised in a household with both parents made me want that for my children so I lived with verbal and physical abuse to give them what I didn't have.  Imagine me a 22 year old young woman with 3 kids and no real idea of what this family dynamic was supposed to look like.  I was raised by loving grandparents, but they were old even when I was young, and didn't teach me what I needed to know about this kind of stuff.  I learned the hard way. I would always fight back which is why I think it lasted so long.  Just because you defend yourself doesn't make the abuse ok.  He's still a man and was stronger than me....

The older I get the more I realize that some of my closest friends are not who I once thought they were. It's natural to grow apart I know, but when I started not liking one of my best friends it was getting kind of awkward. I had been feeling a divide for quite some time due to some issues I felt were not acceptable for someone who's supposed to be my "bestie".  I know time and space can help people cool down and get a level head, but I had seriously gotten to the point where I didn't care one way or another if I ever talked to her again. I didn't want to feel that way, but that's where is was going. I pride myself on being a good friend.  Always supportive and there to slap a Bi @#$ if needed! LOL We laugh together, we cry together and most importantly we celebrate each other.  I didn't feel like that was happening.  It was getting extremely one sided, and the only person that seemed to matter was her. BUT there is always that ONE friend th...

Ok so I'm late! Like sure late and just about two weeks behind on my Blog due to life at it's finest. I could sit here and talk about how busy I am... Well because I am... or how much I can't wait to graduate... Well because I can't, but I won't do that because then I feel like I may start to sound ungrateful. Let me tell something, I wasn't always this Blessed.  Once upon a time I was not as focused on my life and family like I am now.  I started my family YOUNG so as you can probably imagine I've too many mistakes to count.  HOWEVER God saw fit to keep me in his presence, and not let things get as bad as the could have.  And for that I can't complain about my crazy busy life, because I'm overjoyed I have one. Being a young mother of 3 at 22 years old, I didn't know what my life would look like at my now 38 years of age. I just knew that I had to grow up because I had kids that depended on me, but I was also still young and wanted to hang ...

  I'm sooooo glad Homecoming is OVER!! Words can not express how much of pain in the butt the entire process can be when you have a daughter 😒... She found a dress a few weeks back BUT because we are swamped at all times she waited too late to get it ordered.  Anywho needless to say we ordered this dress Monday (thank the Lord for Amazon Prime).  As you can see she looked BEAUTIFUL!!!!! And of course I did a dress count down... She's a Sophomore so 2 more Homecoming and 2 Prom dresses and I'M FREE!!!! No more damn dresses until she gets married which by then I might be ready.       Now my son is a different story all together...  As you can see he is NOT for the dressing up.  Not even a little bit!  He is the cute one on the pink shirt and jeans! LOL  He will however be wearing a tux to Prom this year like it or not.   And because I'm his mother how could not put his Jr. year football...

So last week I was a angry fool because of what happened with my daughter in school.  I was also expecting some lame excuse from the school as to why nothing would be done or that they have punishment in place that they never really implement. Anywho things are working itself out and I am comfortable with the effort I'm getting on their behalf.... However I'm still subject to snap if I don't hear a good solid plan moving forward. Don't play with my baby!     I'm sure to have pictures for my post next week, but this mama is a busy, busy bee this week between my work, school, homework and all the 99,000 places I have to run these people kids at least 6 days a week.  I just keep praying for at least one of them to hurry up and get their drivers license because I can't take too much more of this Driving Miss Daisy crap!   With all that I forgot what I was saying! UGH... the kids have Homecoming this weekend and while they are super to get dressed...

Ok... since I have to do this weekly blog today I have to get a bit off topic of whatever my original set up is due to an event that happened to my daughter Christian (the 16 year old) at school. Just to set the stage for the incident at hand not that it should matter, but my kids go to a predominately white school in Bartonville, IL.  This school is know for it's many issues with racism toward the few black and brown kids that have attended over the years. Like... when I tell people where my kids go to school black and white people alike ask me "have you had any issues with name calling"  my answer sadly is yes my daughter has had problems, but my son for some reason has not.  Anywho today in the hallway my daughter had an exchange with a girl who rambled off a few slurs laughed with her friends and walked away.  Now my daughter is a lot like me and had to gather herself before she made a mistake that would have gotten H...

So I bet you're wondering... How does she deal with all these kids and be all these different things to all these other people too?   Yes, I sure will drink in the mornings!  My friends and I call it breakfast... Don't you?!  No but seriously I feel in love with a fool at a young age and had 3 of the most wonderfully crazy kids and the rest is history.  I'm no different than any of the other super moms out there I'm just doing a lot a the same damn time.  I had them young so I had to work first to support them so school had to take a backseat for awhile until I had time.  Lucky for me I always kept a good job, but raising these sweet souls was not an option... it was a priority. Now they are bigger than me and I want to toss them out of the window of a moving vehicle more often then not. (Don't judge me) The baby girl Christian and I Kayla her subjects!  The boy(Aj)