Good morning, bitches!
I crazy miss writing here, so, this morning I made a pact with myself that I would ignore the mess and just take some time to jot down some thought-age.
Ugh.Easier said than done because from this angle on the couch, I can see the mess in all it’s glory.
Train tracks? Check.
Dryer sheets? Check.
Capri Sun thingies? Check and Check.
Basically, you can’t just stop by today. And I’m expecting a package from the UPS man. My new business cards, actually, but I think what I’ll do is leave a walkie-talkie on the porch with a note that says,
“Press ‘Talk’ to arrange pick up or just leave the shit on the porch and ring the doorbell. But don’t ring the doorbell between 2pm and 4:30pm or you will get sucker punched in your poop-brown shorts.”
Life around these concrete sidewalks and weed-filled gardens has been pretty packed full of love and life and this stage that Cade is in called “whine all day, don’t stop for nobody”. It is THE BEST, I can’t stress it enough. It’s so great because I don’t ever have to guess when he doesn’t like something. He just straight doesn’t like anything. He hates everything. Well, except plastic guns, Minecraft for Xbox 360, and touching his bidness.
Which, WHAT THE FUH IS THAT?!? SON. YOU ARE GOING TO CHAFE IT.
Porter isn’t to be outdone, obviously.
She’s going through this equally awesome stage called “Mine”.
Everything is hers. My time. My tits. The house. Cade’s toys. Drew’s attention. All the herbs in the spice cabinet.
Fills me with so much joy to know that I needn’t worry. All the shit of mine that my son hates isn’t really even mine anyway, so I shouldn’t be so down about it. Man up, Hannah. None of that belongs to you.
I’ve also found this insane passion down in my innards for photography. I used to be cray into it, but I don’t know, kids, husband, bills.
I started nurturing it, and it has seriously blossomed into an amazing outlet that I’m hoping to bust out into something more professional. I love it.
Shoutout to Drew for allowing me to spend some serious dough on a camera. You da best, bae!
Have you guys seen that written? Bae?
I looked it up:
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BEST DAY OF MY LIIIIIIIFE.