Journal

Alright so I have to admit the more I come back the more this is turning into my journal. Imagine that I am allowing my readers a glimpse into what I would actually wright if I had a journal. Man would the unlucky person who found that get board fast. That and my spelling and grammar were never the best so I imagine you can keep yourself busy with the corrections in any give tale of my life. Trust me I could really give a shit less what you think of me because of my lack of these skills. Truthfully that is one of my biggest problems, I really don't give a shit what everyone thinks of me. Trust me I use to! I at one point made myself anorexic due to the fact that I thought people thought I was fat. (Trust me as you can tell I got over that one fast when I was preggers with my first LOL) I mean I dressed the way people wanted me to, looked the way I thought people guys wanted me too, ONLY to find out they loved me the way I was. When I finally got to the point in high school where I said fuck the world due to things happening I found out I enjoyed myself and cherished my friends even more.

Now yes this story has a point trust me. It is coming from some built up anger I have had about some peoples opinions of me and how I raise my kids. I am not perfect by an means when it comes to my house or raising my children. I do not belong to any sort of club about my fashion since or lack there of. I let my oldest wear hair pieces and fake nails. Come on now people it is just for fun. I always explain to her that it is just for that point. I am always telling her she is beautiful the way she is. I also don't believe in giving into a hissy fit just so they will stop and quite making a scene. By all means if they feel like flopping around like a fish or screaming at the top of their lungs they will find mommy continuing on. I make sure they are safe but I refuse to give in because of that.

How about the fact that if you come into my house you will find toys strewed every where and sometimes a big pile of clothes on the couch. I can almost guarantee that at one point in time those piles of clothes and toys have been used in one of our imaginary trips around the world. Yes I do spend time cleaning up most of the time but my days are focused on the children. People hire me to baby sit their kids not because my house is spotless but because the children learn valuable lessons like imagination and communication. I don't know how many parents have commended me on that fact that their child is talking better and sharing more then when they first began. SO GET OVER IT! That is my new lesson of the day, learn to ignore the things that are not perfect and enjoy the time you have with the ones you love. They are not this young forever.