I took a small break, during my break a lot happened, But I missed writing in general, My laptop charger broke and I can’t find my other laptop charger, but things always have a way of working out.
I hate this time of the year, its not warm enough to have a beach day, yet not cool enough to sit around a fire in sweats drinking warm apple cider. Not just that though its the time of year I hate most because its getting close to my birthday, and since my mother is no longer around no one is here to remember my age, favorite color, favorite cake flavor, and most importantly remember the actual day I was born, to be honest my father hasn’t remembered in 6 years, and my husband? he wouldn’t remember if it was on his calendar and had 5 set reminders.
I know this post was very much all over the place, but prepare for better post and pictures maybe some Diy’s or a video even. Alright?
Well until next time Bye Bye!
Why hello there little birdies,
I write this from a new place, I got a new office room(one of our over-sized closets) So as you read the title Is It Time, I was sitting in My Husband and I’s kitchen when My brother (He is 20 now) And his girlfriend and 4 of there friends come in the house being extremely noisy, and pushing each-other then they run up the stairs (Keep in mind My sons room is right next to the spare one they are staying in) they had scared him awake from his nap, and Made me extremely angry because they know My sons sleeping schedule, And they still do stuff like that, My husband thinks it is time to kick them out but I don’t think they could make it without our help. I am sorry for this post being mostly a rant but I will hopefully be back soon with a better post after my mind clears room.
Bye-bye for now little birdies.
I know there is probably no one reading this but I guess this is me talking to myself, It has been A year since I gave birth to my first son and I know some people will say “its only been a year, you are so young what do you know.” Well I know I am very young (only 18 years old) but in the time I was pregnant and postpartum I was hit by a semi-truck of real life, postpartum depression, losing my mother, having my father, brother, and his girlfriend living with Me and My now husband, it was a lot to learn how to handle all while taking care of a crazy little man, and planning a wedding but I did manage to get threw it all, there are still obstacles A head of me but I hope if anyone is reading this you will come along for the ride, I will post at least Once a week.
Until then Little birdies, Heads up.