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My Daughter Is In Beta
Bless her heart. I hope my daughter doesn’t kill me. I have really been struggling with one of my children lately. There have always been issues, but lately her mental health has swiftly declined, and I have become her daily target of choice. Actually, that’s not true. Her target of choice is the sibling beneath her in rank, but since I have to limit their interactions, I’m her second choice. The intensity and enthusiasm of her attacks, however, does not wane because I am the fall back. I serve as a buffer between the two, and the energy of separating, alone, is exhausting. What gets thrown at me once her…
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A Love Letter To My Spicy Spirit Sisters…
To all my Spicy Spirit Sisters, There’s no judgment for a skirt that doesn’t measure 3/4s an inch below the knee. Modesty is not a saintly prerequisite validating the pure heart you wear on your sleeve. Your worth does not stand on taut measurements or firm flesh, nor is it tied to the history of your bed frame. You are such a fucking lady, and it has nothing to do with manners or posture, or proper pearls. Agreeable, dainty, passive, demure. Those are not words of guidance as you shift your hips and permeate the air with your presence. You love and honor others, and treat them with kindness and…
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Warrior Mama
Is there anyone who isn’t feeling a restless pull to save the world right now? Anyone googling “Vigilante Training”? I don’t even watch the news, but you can’t escape humanity’s dark pillidge history on earth sludging it’s way to the surface by way of climate and humanitarian crises. It’s everywhere, and it’s gonna take a world wide collective of soldiers stepping up and taking action for a future of peace and balance. Action is a loaded word, though. The energy of feminine guidance should always precede the masculine energy of action. Our world is dangerously off balance, because those in power are guided by ego versus intuition. Ego uses the…
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Maybe I’m Too Difficult
Or maybe I’m not. Today’s Messiful Me–Time is being brought to you by a cup of cocoa, the color “Mama–genta”, and the idea of “Being Difficult” I went to fill my mama cup with a little mani, but none of the colors were speaking to me. I wanted purple, but not a super deep purple. I kinda wanted pink. I kinda wanted red. I wanted blue, but not because I really wanted blue. I just love blue so I kept getting stuck on the shade. I was being “Difficult”. Or was I. My whole life I’ve heard about how I’m being too difficult. How I need to stop being so…
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This Is Why Little Girls Never Get Tired Of Talking
They never get tired because, as a little girl, I never got tired. I drove my mother nuts, so it only stands to reason that they won’t shut up until they drive me off the edge. Their daughters will extend the same verbal generosity, I’m sure. The cycle is genius. Well played karma, well played! Call it Wishful thinking, but I still believe peace and quiet are possible. I’m pretty sure the way I imagine my quiet time, though, is a little inappropriate. While some people dream in black and white, and some in color, I dream, day dream that is, in “Shut-Ups!” I don’t remember fantasizing quite as much…
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7 Things Mamas Are Afraid To Admit
Tonight I went to yet another open house. Yay me. I love seeing my child’s progress, and the way they light up with pride as they show me around is really the only reason I go, but isn’t that what book bags are for? Send all that ish home. They can tell me all about it and then I can go ninja, and discard it while they sleep. Yes, I recycle about 90% of what my kids bring home, yes I do. I get that we are a social species. I guess I should enjoy the comradery, and the ice cream, and the beauty of a hundred people navigating narrow hallways, talking…
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“I Ain’t Sorry” (5 Things You Should Never Apologize For)
Beyonce ain’t sorry, why should I be? I’m not, am I? Am I really sorry for all the things I apologize for? No, I’m not! Are you? If I’m not sorry, though, why do the words fall out of my mouth like the peas I’m always trying to hide in my kids’ pasta? Once I really started paying attention to how much I say, “I’m sorry” I caught an attitude. Okay, so I didn’t catch an attitude, I always have one, but this one had more of a “punch you in the throat” type of vibe. “Sorry, I’m late. The baby pooped as I was headed out the door.” “Oh, sorry”,…
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Fresh Outta Ducks
The further I get down my life’s journey, the less I feel like I have to prove myself to Anyone. Those who know me, know me. Those who want to, will. Those who don’ either won’t care, or they’ll make something up. Whichever category people fall into, none of their opinions really matter. It doesn’t matter what they think, or expect of me, and none of them Define me. It’s not a lesson that I think they’ll absorb right away, and it certainly isn’t lesson that I’ve mastered, but I still have to Plant the seed. The question is, how? How do I help my kids develop the same attitude while they’re still…
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The Secret To Giving Mama The Perfect Gift
This post may contain affiliate links It’s that time of year again, and everyone is scrambling for the Perfect gifts for everyone on their list. I’m not for Black Friday or all the madness that comes along with excessive shopping, but I do think there’s something nice about a thoughtful gift for those close to you. I think we all intend to put a little Extra love and care into what we give the moms in our lives, but do you really know how to Wow a mom? Do you know how to nail it on the head, no matter what your budget? Well, you’re in luck. I just happen…
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How Much Would It Cost To Replace Me
I’ve been under quite a bit of stress lately. I’m using all my Messiful tools but it seems as though I simply have too much on my plate. Really, it’s on my shoulders, because that’s where I hold my stress. So much so that this past weekend my neck went on strike. Like, “you don’t pay me enough for this shit, I’m out! I haven’t had a massage or chiropractic in months, and you want to add More to the load?” Literally every muscle in my neck and shoulders seized up to the point where I could not move my head. The only way to find any relief from the…
