Another “throw back” picture of my son. God… I just. I’m so in love. I would do anything for this kid. I would go through anything to bring this kid a future.
Which is why I’ve decided to break up with all of you. You’ve seen enough of my son growing up, I’d like to keep the rest of the memories for my family and those of you who are in the area (via Facebook— although, I’ll be cutting back there as well). As much as Tumblr was an opportunity to meet other mothers and globally be able to reach out, it was more of me comparing myself to all of you instead of just enjoying what I have.
Anyway, I won’t be taking down the blog, but I will be asking the hubby to change the password so I can look back on it via URL but otherwise, I won’t be wasting my time.
Don’t take it personally. Starting Monday I will be taking ~20 units a semester and then some for years until I graduate. I just can’t have a social networking site stop my momentum, not even for five minutes a day.
I will start using Evernote, but I’ll be using it for more personal gains and just organizing thoughts than just updating about my life. Maybe I’ll publicize it in a few months time.
I really just have a lot coming at me and my focus is really detrimental to whatever the outcome may be. Thank you for being an extremely supportive audience to my family and especially my son. I’ve learned a lot from everyones’ feedback, I’m sorry for not having more time on my plate. I really love you all. Goodbye.
32/100
I don’t take criticism or insults lightly. I won’t shove it down your throat and tell you to say to my face so I can start a scene, I’ll just do something to counteract your opinion for good. Get you to shut up and learn how to mind your own business.
Ugh. I’m so upset.
Lion King
I know that it’s already Tuesday, but I have to write about this weekend.
Every day of this past weekend, I went with family to watch The Lion King. This was my Disney movie as a child, I was never really into any of the princesses. Actually, I lied. I loved Pocahontas. Whatever. Anyway!
The first time I watched it with a handful of my cousins. It was one of those rare times I got to spend time outside of my new immediate family unit. (The only other time was when I took my cousins to watch Harry Potter.) My first feelings were that it felt so good to not have to worry about anything and be with people I can just be me with. Not have to go out and listen to peoples’ gossip that always is about someone I don’t know. I shouldn’t have to write about how watching The Lion King was in 3D. It was astounding. Nothing has changed about the movie. It put a HUGE smile on my face.
The next day I watched it again with my mom, my sisters and Theodore. He behaved better than I thought he would throughout the whole movie. It’s silly. He spoke a little loudly at some parts of the movie, but it was only because he was bored and reaching out to either his aunt or his grandmother. Call me crazy, but I swear to you he was only “bored” during the developing parts of the plot. He was super hooked to the movie during all the important scenes: Mufasa’s death, Simba’s meeting with Rafiki and Scar’s last battle with Simba. Needless to say, I’m extremely proud of my son. For being well-behaved, for enjoying one of the greatest movies of all time.
32/100
I go to school for free. Thanks to knowing what’s up with financial aid and school services, I pretty much get the VIP treatment. Free classes, books, priority registration. The only thing that’s not free are the supplies… ):
… now I’m looking up scholarships…
32/100
I really want to give Theo a sibling, but I just don’t have the funds to do it. It might sound crazy but seriously. I want another baby.
Remember when I “confessed” i’d be a bad mother to a daughter? I take it back. I love little girls. I get along with little girls. I trust myself to stop and think before doing/saying anything to her to hurt her future. I also trust the love of my life to break it to me. I want a baby girl that my wonderful baby boy can be protective over!!
But it doesn’t matter anyway, there’s a metal contraption inside my body stopping me from doing so.
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