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I recently took a day off. I was beginning to feel crushed by the weight of everything and I was like for 24 hours, I’d like to not give af about any of it. I wanted to be off the grid for a little bit. I didn’t want to be needed or obligated to anything except Ashley. I didn’t check my work email or the attendance. I gave myself a long weekend. IT WAS AMAZING!!! 5/5 stars. Highly recommend. On Sunday, I worked my ass off getting my chores done so I wouldn’t feel inclined to do anything on my day off. So umm I watched a Tyler Perry play. I Can Do Bad All By Myself. It was like a hug from my old life. My family loved Madea plays! It was so comforting to my soul. I still knew all the songs and laughed at all the jokes like I never heard them before. I started it on Sunday and finished it on Monday. While I was watching the first part of the play Sunday evening, I thought "hmmm, I should treat myself". So I ordered a six pack of cookies from Mariah’s Cookies. To my surprise, the dasher handed me 4 boxes of cookies. I wish yall could’ve seen my face. My inner diabetic was like fuuuuuck, I’m going to eat way too many of these. I just wanted my six cookies and I would spread them out. But noooo I got 25 or 26 cookies. If I had gone to work on Monday, I would’ve just offloaded them on my coworkers, who also try to avoid carbs but still eat them when they’re in the lounge LOL...But I wasn’t going anywhere near my school until I had to. I took a bite of each flavor and immediately eliminated like 7 of them because barf--they were gross. But I still had like 20 of them. Initially, I was trying not to go anywhere so with that in mind, I trashed half of them...it’s ok, you can fight me if you’d like. So now I had like 12 cookies and I was like ok I can manage this better. Nope. I ate 4 cookies.  I had imagined spending my day off in bed reading. But then I got a call from my doctor that I had an appointment to see the following day and she said she could get me in that afternoon. I thought ok sure, I do feel like driving. Yall, I should’ve stayed my ass at home!!! She said “oh look at that, you gained a pound” You bitch! You’re not supposed to say it! We’re both just supposed to know...Might have something to do with those 4 cookies and the stress eating I’ve been doing...lol so then I felt terrible and went to go walk 2 miles. Because 2 miles will erase that one pound and those 4 cookies...duh. I had to pee before my walk and the place I was walking was close to my sister’s place. Yup, I saw my sister on my day off!! And no, I didn’t have any cookies on me to give her. But I did give her some food I ordered and felt too guilty to eat lol It’s so funny because when I order stuff I’m not supposed to have, I call my sister and ask her if she wants it lol Anyway, look at this beautiful Fall tree I saw on my walk!  After the walk, I showered and read my book for a large chunk of the day. I finished it and I was giddy the whole time. It was the cutest book ever!!! It is called The Love Hypothesis, if anyone is curious. I posted it a few times on Facebook and IG.
The last major thing that happened was that I discovered a new guilty pleasure. Tik tok. For however long tik tok has been in existence, I avoided it. I flat-out refused. I was like I don’t need something else to be addicted to. But remember, on this day off, I set out to not care about anything. So I decided I didn’t care about a new addiction. YALL...TIK TOK IS THE BEST THING EVER!!! Don’t tell anyone I said that. So basically I had an amazing time being off work doing whatever I wanted to do. Being at home on a day that you’re supposed to be at work just hits so differently than a day that everyone gets off. I have decided that I will do this regularly. Not more than once a month because let me tell you, sub plans are a bitch. Being absent is like 3x more work than just going to work, but it proved to be so worth it on this day. Thanks for reading!!!
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One thing I’m good at is focusing on the negative. Negative things impact us more so we have to be intentional about seeing the good. Also, enjoy the random sprinkle of photos from the last couple of months! So here’s my good:
Life is definitely hard, especially amidst a pandemic buuuuut, “there are a lot of things that had to go right for you to be here” no matter how much you think you’re screwing up or how much things appear to be messed up, you’re doing something right somewhere. Something is good. You just have to look for it.
What's going well in your life? Day 1 of Kindergarten started around 2am for me. I woke up in the middle of the night because my tooth hurt so bad! I debated calling the dentist, but what was he going to do for me at 2am? I managed to get back to sleep and I had this weird ass dream about a stuffed gingerbread Clifford. It was so effin weird like what is that? It was a stuffed gingerbread man, but also Clifford the Big Red Dog...It was in a plastic bag because everyone knew it was evil and somehow that plastic bag was supposed to stop him...yeah ok. He was changing his size. He would get super big and super small. Did I mention that this dream took place at school?
I finally gave up on sleeping and started the long process of trying to convince myself to get out of bed. My parking spot will do it every time!! This is my 7th kindergarten class, but I haven’t had a normal-ish first day of school since 2019. The 2020 school year was a year of doing everything completely different from how I’ve ever done it. The whole process of setting up for a new class was confusing to me this year because 2020 was just so different. I feel like I forgot things, but at the same time, I felt extremely confident that none of it was a big deal and that things would work out. So I got my back up in place to help with labeling things and soothing criers. NO PARENTS LINGERED!!!!! They listened to me!!! I sent them a note letting them know what to expect and the best way to handle things. I only had one student cry and the best administrator ever was there to help him out. So here’s where the crazy begins. A little girl shows up and I don’t recognize her, she’s not on any of my lists, and she’s wearing a different color uniform shirt. She walked in like she owned the place. She picked her own desk, she insisted that she had to use her own crayons, and she colored her picture with no problems. I sent one of my back ups to go investigate so I can figure out who this girl is and where she came from. She hung out with us for an hour before I got answers. Turns out she goes to our sister school, had been attending there for the past 2 days, and got on the wrong bus. So I went up to her and the conversation went like this: Me: Do you have another teacher and another class? Her: *slightly panicked* Yes! I don’t know any of these people and these are not my friends! I miss my other friends. Me: Why didn’t you tell me? Her: *shrugs and gives me a hug* Me: Well you’re safe here. You can hang out with us today, but we’re gonna call your mom and let her know you’re here. Her: *smiling big* ok! *and then she went to go play again* She walked in so confidently and knew she wasn’t where she was supposed to be! She’s a G for sure because I would’ve been crying!!! I accidentally got on the wrong bus before as an adult and I panicked. So anyway, what happened was some or all charter schools just switched to First Student bussing. Either the bus driver asked her mom or her mom asked the bus driver if they were going to Horizon but we have more than one location!!! Somebody didn’t specify which school and she ended up with us. After that batch of crazy, it was just the normal stuff...hitting, spinning on the carpet, wearing masks as hats, going everywhere as a mob instead of in a line, OMG!!! Lunchtime was epic! So the kids have assigned seats for contact tracing and there’s only 6 kids at a table. Well one of my kids seems really young. Like I had to check his age in the database. When he got his food, he opened everything and put it all on the table. Then he tasted everything and spit out what he didn’t like...right onto the table!!!!! Good for him for trying everything, though! He kept getting mad at me for not letting him eat everyone's half eaten food and he kept saying “I wish my mom was here”....I think she'd agree with my decision, but he knows her better than I do. Also, my girls are bossy!!! JUST LIKE ME!!!! One of them insisted that I attend all her specials with her, one of them told me to go get her a spoon because her mom didn’t pack her one, and another one pointed at me and told me to go with her to get her water bottle out of her book bag during lunch. Her brother was there and I asked her brother to go with her and she pointed at me and said “ No. You.” I can’t be mad. They are me and I am them!! After lunch and recess, they were done! All I heard was “I wanna go home” over and over again. I was missing four kids due to bus issues and missing shots, so I suppose we still have more first days left! ************************************************************************************** Now it’s the end of Day 2 and boy am I tired!!! A kid sneezed in my face on the playground, one kid had to take a timeout and told me he wasn't going to come back if I kept being mean to him (he wouldn't listen when it was time to clean up, so he missed some of his playtime later), and I had to leave my new babies with a sub for the last period of the day for a dental emergency. It’s going to be a looooong few weeks, but it’s nothing I can’t handle! Here's to hoping I don't eat those words lol Thanks for reading! So I got my first real job back in 2009. I worked at Sears in the Dayton Mall. I learned, real quick, that my patience for adults was limited. I used to write fb notes before I got into blogging. I forgot all about them until they started popping up in my fb memories. Sometime last week, a note I wrote about my experience as a cashier popped up in my facebook memories. There are some things about me that haven’t changed...I find that to be very interesting lol Here’s the note written by 17 year old Ashley: (I’m not going to make any edits. I’m going to leave it the way 17 year old Ashley wrote it) Title: Things I Hate About Being A Cashier
And that concludes this thing… OK WOW!!!! Those lower case Is were very difficult to type as a 29 year old educator. This whole thing is a hot mess, but it does take me back lol I hated that damn job. My favorite part was counting down the registers at the end of the night. It was like a little game. Did you ever write facebook notes? Have you ever worked retail? Thanks for reading! And look what I was able to dig up from the archives lmao 18 year old Ashley in her Sears uniform...enjoy lol I wasn't suppose to wear jeans, but we all know I'm a rebel ;)  What a day! Technically, it’s the last day of my summer break and wow that was fast! I declared it a no work day to my friend earlier, but then I did two loads of laundry, got Noelle a bath and light detail, I folded and hung up all the clothes I washed, I sent out a few emails for work, and cleaned out my refrigerator. I got a margarita and took a midday nap, so there...balance!
So let’s get into it! Back in 2019, I had a spinal tap. It was my first procedure and I was fine until I arrived at the hospital. I was shaking and my eyes kept tearing up. I was in the outpatient procedure waiting area for what felt like forever. My procedure was at 2 and I had to get there an hour early. I was assigned the head nurse and she made sure I knew that lol Her name was either Cindy or Sydney. I can’t remember. So Head Nurse walked me through what to expect and then I started silently weeping lol I was now terrified. I got myself together and she started doing the IV. I was newly diagnosed with diabetes at this point so I was no stranger to needle pokes. She told me to prepare myself and I told her I’m usually fine as long as I can see it. Yeah...I know that’s weird. Most people look away, but I need to see it lol She said well that’s fine and all but I think I need to be the one to see it. Don’t you think? And from then on, Head Nurse was a bitch in my mind. I swear I hate to see myself in other people LOL I can be a smartass sometimes. So after she gets me together, I go to pre-op where they continue to prepare me for the procedure. At this point, I’m full on crying!! There was a male nurse, older white man, and as sweet as can be. He really got me through this and I can’t even remember his name!!! That annoys me!!! Anyway, I’m crying and he’s talking me through what’s going to happen next. He’s trying to comfort me with statistics, which is very helpful! He then asks me if I’m a christian and the easy answer is yes. It’s really much more complicated than that. He told me that God says I’m his sister and that we are going to get through this together. The whole time, he called me little sister. He held my hand and he prayed for me. Now I’m in the procedure room. It is a huge room with so much equipment. I’m still full on crying as they numb my back. The doctor walked in all cheerful and excited and I’m just crying. The sweet nurse is still holding my hand and telling me what’s going on. I feel them rub stuff all over my back. The doctor says if I hit your nerve I’m sure you’ll let me know and I’m thinking WHAT THE FUCK!!! The tears start coming out even faster!! Everybody’s promising me that it’s going to be okay and I’m just like what? He can hit my nerves? What is that going to feel like? And why is that some kinda joke? I found out lol So the doctor tells me that it’s time to put the needle in. I completely froze. As scared as I was, I wasn’t trying to end up paralyzed because I was shaking from crying so hard. I was bracing myself for the poke, but I literally felt nothing UNTIL HE HIT A NERVE!!! It didn’t hurt, but man!!! Its like a buzzing feeling. It’s difficult to describe. When he hit my nerve, I was like heyyyy!! It was like that was my only reflex because part of my back was numb. He apologized. It happened maybe 4 times. After it was over, I went back to the first room I was in with Head Nurse. She said that I had to stay flat on my back for 4 hours after the procedure and then I should be fine. I asked her how long I would need to take off work and she said if I laid on my back for these 4 hours, I would be fine. I told her I teach kindergarten and asked if she was sure. She assured me that I would be fine and that I may get a “slight headache” exactly 24 hours from the start of my procedure, which was at 2. At exactly 2pm the next day, I felt like I was about to die and I was ready. I was up underneath my desk because I couldn’t function. “Slight headache”? Head Bitch got that one completely wrong!!!! I had to leave work and go back to the hospital where I was informed that I should not have been told to go back to work. I spent the day hooked up to an IV watching 31 days of Halloween on Freeform. I watched The Addams Family movies and I slept. I had the procedure on a Monday, went back to work Tuesday and left, and was off until Friday. And I only went back on that Friday becauseI felt up to it and we had a meeting so there weren’t any kids. Zoom wasn’t on anybody’s radar yet lol This experience didn’t do much for my distrust of the medical field. Thanks for reading! Gotta post another one tomorrow soooo see you soon! Heyyy! I cannot wait to move. As I’m writing this, my neighbors have music playing so loudly that I can hear the words to the song. The mom doesn’t work and she’s home with three or four kids all day. I think she tries to drown them out with music. IDK but why do I have to suffer? Anyway, let’s get into it! ← do I say that every time? Lol I feel like I do. This is about to sound like a love story LOL and will completely go against what some of you know about me. I have no shame! So this week’s post is all about rekindling old friendships. Not those raggedy friendships. Nope. Leave those alone. I mean the ones where you never thought you’d see the end. The ones that were nothing but laughter, shots, more laughter, deep conversation, even more laughter, more shots...or those childhood friendships where you were split up by geography and a lack of resources. I’ve had tons of friends at different phases of my life. Never was I truly alone. I might’ve been fighting some demons that convinced me that I was, but I always had people. Now some of those people are not here with me in this phase of my life. Most of them are not here because we grew apart. Some of them are not here because they don’t deserve to be. The friend that this is about, she and I didn’t grow apart and I didn’t feel like she didn’t deserve to be a part of my life. She just disappeared. So I wrote a post about her and our fading friendship. You can read all about it here: Dear Old Friend If you can remember, I was completely baffled at what happened in our friendship. I blocked her on most of my social media and I didn’t want to talk about her at all. I was BIG hurt. Never have I ever felt the need to backtrack on friendships. People are here for seasons and I am fully aware and comfortable in my understanding of that. People are 100% allowed to decide that they don’t want me in their life. I’m comfortable with that, too. All those other friendships, I was like Moneybagg “I don’t backtrack, man fuck that, I don’t miss nobody” But THIS one lol I was in my feelings. The pandemic moved this process of reconnecting along slowly and quickly at the same time. Obviously we couldn’t get together, which made it slow, but in all the years that we had been apart, we never talked as much as we did in the last year. We spoke a lot through text and instagram; always supportive of one another, not really addressing the elephant in the room. We decided we needed to reconcile in person. So until that time came, we continued to avoid discussing the issue. I didn’t mind, I was just happy that there was positive communication.
So let’s go back to June. She and I made a date to go to brunch. I was so nervous like it was a blind date or something. We ate and drank and caught up on YEARS of personal life stories. The restaurant closed and we moved to my car. That’s when we were able to really dive into this thing that we had been avoiding. The details aren’t important. What is important is that this whole time, we both felt the same way. We were both unsure of how it happened and thought that the other person ended it. Neither of us reached out in an attempt to respect what we thought the other person was choosing. Neither of us could let it go. What did I learn?
Obviously, things can’t go back to being the way they were because we’re not those people anymore, but I am excited for what the future holds and grateful for the lessons that I learned from this experience. Have you ever had second thoughts about an old friendship? Would you reach out to that friend? Have you rekindled an old friendship? How did you reconnect? Was the reconnection worth it? Thanks for reading! See you next week :) I said I would write a blog soon...is this considered soon? Sorry! One day I’ll fill you guys in on this strange situation in which I have found myself.
I’m home, sitting on my couch, watching HIMYM because I got back into that. Sooooo let's get into it!! Have you ever had a conversation with people and they say something you disagree with wholeheartedly? And then you realize lots of other people have that same opinion that you disagree with? This post is about some of those opinions. There are a few things that have come up in the last few months and I’d like to share my unpopular opinions about them.
Hopefully I didn’t just offend or piss anyone off, but these are my opinions. I welcome comments, concerns, new perspectives, etc. Message me, comment, text me...everyone reading this knows how to reach me lol Thanks for reading!! I'll be back next Sunday with a new post! So yall remember me telling yall about Dro? The guy I matched with on BLK? Well Dro is a major character in this story. And yes, he’s still my boo ♥
So let’s get started. I woke up on Thursday and I felt very ready for my day. I had been PMSing for the last few days, but so lol Thursday is one of my favorite days at work because I have a really long morning and a short afternoon with my students. The school day went pretty well. Everything was going as expected. I had a plan for my evening. I was gonna go get my miles in at the park, doordash for a few hours, take a shower, and read myself to sleep. Needless to say, things didn’t work out like that. I went to do my walk and while I was walking, I was thinking about how Chick-fil-a sent me a reward for a free sunjoy (½ lemonade, ½ tea). I swear they just made up that name. I always order that lol Anyway, after my walk, I went to pick it up. It was around 5:30 and I knew they’d be busy. I was on the phone with Dro at the time. We were just talking about nothing. Then he tells me something and he’s completely oblivious to the fact that it pissed me off. He continues talking. I usually tell him when he makes me mad and for some reason I just didn’t this time. I get my sunjoy and yall….they forgot my straw. MY BLOOD BEGAN TO BOIL!!! Again, it’s 5:30; the curbside area is packed, the drive thru is packed, and you can’t go inside. I was so pissed. I could’ve cried. I just pulled off and started doordashing. The first doordash order was at CJ Chan and the customer lived like 6 minutes away. Quick $8.50. The next order is a batch order, which means I’m picking up two orders from the same restaurant and they live relatively close together. A quick $15. Or at least I thought it would be. The whole time I was driving, I was on the phone with him and I was still mad. Irrationally mad. It’s like my mind was stretched in too many places. Driving, paying attention to the GPS, remembering to respond to him while he’s talking, thinking about what he said that pissed me off, and thinking about how Chick-fil-a forgot my effing straw. So I get outta my car to find this restaurant and it’s not where the GPS told me it would be. I had to call them and it was two streets over from where the GPS sent me...weird. I think it had recently moved to the new location. Anyway, as I’m walking back to my car, I realize that my keys are not hooked to my shirt like they usually are. I walked over to my window and saw my keys on the passenger seat. Yup, I was locked outta my car. I told Dro what happened and told him I’d call him back. I was very calm although I was frozen. I was completely lost on what to do about getting back into my car. I called Dro back and asked him what to do and he walked me through a few options. I was by a hardware store so I tried them first. I waited 20 minutes for nothing lol He walked two streets over to my car just to say “oh it’s locked. I can’t get into it.”...Still, I remained calm. Then he asked me about roadside assistance through my insurance company. I remained calm looking at my phone on 26% while I couldn’t figure out the password to get into my insurance app because I’ve only had to log in from my computer. The office was closed for the day. I got a hold of them, eventually, and they said someone would contact me in ten minutes. The whole time, I’m still on the phone with Dro. I said “I think I know how this happened” I told him that I was upset at something he said and he, rightfully so, asked why it bothered me so much. That was a very reasonable question because it really didn't mean anything to me, but I still lost my shit. I was walking up and down the street cussing him out, yall. I was letting him have it!! And while I was yelling, I felt myself being irrational but I couldn’t stop. I unleashed things on him that weren’t meant for him. I didn’t realize that until later, though. Yes, I apologized for the parts that weren't for him. Some of it was his, though lol Some guy pulls up and says “you locked out?” This man doesn’t tell me anything about himself, doesn’t ask me who I am or proof that this is my car. I said yes and he got to work on getting me into my car. When he was finished, he gave me his number and said I could contact him again in the future if I have this problem again. I think it’s important to note that Dro is a little over an hour away and he was still working. That’s why he didn’t come to my rescue lol I went home and had two shots of gentleman jack and ate three cheese coneys. Then it hit me....Thursday. May 13. My dad’s birthday. I had been holding it together. It’s like something in me wasn’t ok, but I couldn’t figure out why or what. Crazy, right. You forget things, but somehow you don’t at the same time. Friendships in the panny have been interesting…My friends had to endure A LOT. My friendships were tested and ultimately strengthened. Yall know that a year ago my mental health was on trash. Everything changed so quickly and so drastically. I was never the friend to call everyday. I was very much a “me time” person. I would check in and take calls, but rarely did I make them. I’m flawed. When the panny made its way here and started directly impacting my life, my mind/body went nuts and all of a sudden I was this needy person. There were two friends that I would alternate between calling, initially. Shortly, these calls became group facetimes. Both women are friends I’ve had since high school, but their friendship precedes that time. Anyway, I became so dependent on these two. I couldn’t handle being alone with my thoughts. I was like oh you gotta go...NOPE! Oh your phone died, you got ten minutes to get a good charge... This inability to be alone was problematic af. I needed people, but I was scared to talk to them. Like how? At some point, certain topics became totally off limits. I was so easily triggered that I would have to turn the phone down on its lowest volume or avoid phone calls altogether. I quickly learned that facetime is loud as hell no matter how low the volume is *eyeroll* Apple gotta do something about that. Do Not Disturb became a form of protection from the unknown. My friends had to censor themselves or walk on eggshells to avoid further triggering me. I checked out of work conversations that I couldn’t handle, which left me unable to fight for myself and my kids the way I would’ve liked, initially. Once I got into my new routine of avoidance, the codependency set in. I had some friends and coworkers who were as scared as I was of covid and did what some would call “extreme measures” to stay safe. And I had other friends and coworkers that didn’t take my same precautions. I would cringe when I heard certain things. I’m like why are my people like this?! My people meaning anyone I have a relationship with. With these new issues, came new things to avoid. I would go back to Do Not Disturb. I would avoid checking on these friends and participating in conversations with my coworkers. I also muted or removed them from my social media. Some of yall were OUT THERE and I was just like are we not in a panny? Is it just me? Am I the only one? I was judging the hell out of folks. Sorry. All this avoidance, birthed so much guilt. I felt an extreme amount of guilt because there were friends I wasn’t reaching out to at all. I felt guilty for all the times I couldn’t show up for people out of fear that their problems would trigger mine. Especially when those people were showing up so much for me. With all that being said, there were also amazing things that have taken place in the last year. We really did our best to enjoy such a crazy thing. We hosted virtual game nights and birthday parties, Netflix watch party, movies, wine, and popcorn on facetime, working together, meditation, and so much more. I actually miss those times! Check out some of the moments/memorable things we were able to capture:  Heyyy yall! Life has been a little crazy. I have started writing so many posts and then I never get around to finishing them. Let's find out where my time is trying to go... 1. Going back into the classroom this round was not as shocking. I was still unsure of how I wanted to proceed. Going into the classroom unvaccinated was not an option. I also wasn’t sure about getting the vaccine. It’s a newborn and I felt like they kept changing the information on covid so how can they have a matching vaccine? Science is not my background and doing a little bit of research was beneficial. I shared my concerns with all of my friends and they were like “I understand, but I’m getting my vaccine.” I was weighing my options. Like can I really continue on being so scared of death by covid or would it be better to be scared but with more protection? I started coming around to the idea when my therapist said, “Ashley, they gave this to the doctors. Do you think they wanted to take out all of our medical professionals?” Lol I was kinda sold after that. I also realized how many people I knew who had actually started their vaccinations. I began to think “Well, we’re all in this together so sign me up!” That was the long way of saying I’m back in the classroom and I’m vaccinated. That takes a lot of time and energy. 2. I have never been in a relationship before and I’m learning that building one takes up a lot of your time. Yall, I wasn’t ready for this time commitment. You know what I can’t stand? Being obligated to something in my spare time LOL and last week he was sick, not covid related. I had always heard that men become babies when they’re sick. Well, he did become a little childlike, but mostly, he was just extra needy. Anyway, we are making it work. 3. I’m up to 14 books this year. I’m most proud of finally finishing “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”. It took 3 attempts, yall!!! The frustration always stopped me. Some of the things that were happening in the 1960’s are still happening today...in 2021. How long is this fight going to take? That’s what I keep wondering. How many generations of black people are going to have to endure this? Better isn’t good. I’m currently reading “Becoming” by Michelle Obama, “The Face on the Milk Carton” by Caroline B. Cooney, and “The Coldest Winter Ever” by Sister Souljah because the sequel just came out. Does anyone remember “The Face on the Milk Carton”? I think it’s also a movie. I read this in like 6th grade and recently came across it while I was book shopping. I read it at school while my kids are having their silent reading time. Nope, it’s never silent LOL I have to squeeze in my reading whenever I can. Also, my little sister and her friend have a podcast and they asked me to be the very first guest!!! How cool is that? My little sister thinks I'm cool!! You can listen here or look up "Good Reads, Better Friends" wherever you listen to your podcasts. Follow them on ig here! 4. My friends are all amazing human beings. They have been with me each step of this wild school year, enduring the highs and the lows with me and letting me vent! I’ll address more about friendships during this time in a separate post. Just know, I’m surrounded by real ones! 5. I got a gym membership the night before my 29th birthday. I’m vaccinated and feel like the gym is a healthy risk. But get this...the only time I feel comfortable going is extremely early in the morning. I have only had two successful workouts, but that’s two more than I had before. I also use the FitOn app and do pilates with Cassey. She’s my friend through the tv who doesn’t know me and can’t talk back LOL 6. I got a Hello Fresh subscription, I’ll go into detail about that later. I’m trying to cook at home more and not eat out as much. This means DISHES!!! So many dishes. I feel like I’m constantly in the kitchen sweeping, mopping, and washing dishes. The whole rest of my home has been neglected aside from wiping down handles and light switches because eww cooties. On top of all of that, I’m on medication that puts me to sleep at 8pm. I take the first dose at 8am and it’s a 12 hour thing. So I’m back in the room with kids til 3. Stuck at school til 3:30 at the earliest and then I have til 8pm to live my life... So how does one manage all the things? Time management has never been my thing so IDK but if you find out, let me know! Thanks for reading :) and don't forget to check out my sister's podcast! |
