Hello again virtual family!
We're having a boy! There are literally not enough letters on the keyboard for me to type the actual sound I make every time I think of my son!
I've been really thinking of ways to stay home with this kid and truly give it all the love I've got to give. I may not experience another baby until my kids have some of their own! I don't want to pump in the bathroom at work, I don't want to leave my son in a room full of other children who's lives may be infested with germs, first-time-mom syndrome, or some other shit.
FTMS (First Time Mom Syndrome) is when the mom always forgets her own pampers, wipes, milk...forcing the daycare to borrow from other children. They also drop their kids off with snotty faces and don't care to wipe or clean the baby daily, causing the other kids to catch some shit like hand foot virus or chicken pox, pink eye...or lyme disease. I could be trippin and over exaggerating but can you blame me tho?!? I mean...technically, every first time mom has this experience unless their mom is raising the baby or something like that. Just my opinion tho, this isn't a real syndrome of course.
My point is, I want to stay home and work from there and mom from there.
I had a few ideas, I can't mention them just yet because after all...that's the point of manifesting. I've come to some road blocks with these things though. Well, one block. I care about other's opinion. I shared my ideas with my close circle and as soon as someone makes that confused face or tells me I can't do it that way, I'm like fuck it. It's never fair to tell a friend HOW to find their dream. You don't know any better! Unless you have personal experience in that particular dream, keep your opinions to yourself. Especially if your friend gives you the option to search your own path and chase your own dream freely. I really cant even fully vent because here I am...giving a fuck about people and their own feelings before mine, but I encourage my friends to follow their dreams. Even when it inconveniences me or changes what I have going on. I adjust, I trust, and I smile and encourage that friend while I'm at it. I rarely get that combination from any of my friends really. Somebody always has an opinion or a "what you should do is..." type of answer. But I'm not asking your permission...nor am I asking what you think about it. I'm simply telling you my exciting scheme to build my own empire. Why (and how) do you find it appropriate to insert yourself and divert my course of action? I am the leader of my destiny, the captain of my ship, the Sergeant, the Boss...how you gon hire yourself into my militia AND take my job into your hands. That's like me walking into Walmart and getting pissed there's one line open, taking the manager's vest, and directing muhfuckers to open the registers. Like nooo…..you don't know the excitement your crushing. You don't know my full potential of success, and now, neither do I. If I'm being told I can pursue my goals, but they must be done a certain way, am I truly pursuing something of my own at that point? Ionno, you tell me!
I apologize, I love being positive but a bitch gotta vent SOMEWHERE.
So that's what I'm going through...I need to keep my master plan to myself and just do that shit. I only have a few more months before my boy arrives and I need to know what I'm doing before then so I can go ahead and get them ducks...put 'em in a row...train them to speak Portuguese or something exotic, maybe do a lil pre algebra.
A bi-lingual, pre-algebraic duck line. That's the plan!
We're having a boy! There are literally not enough letters on the keyboard for me to type the actual sound I make every time I think of my son!
I've been really thinking of ways to stay home with this kid and truly give it all the love I've got to give. I may not experience another baby until my kids have some of their own! I don't want to pump in the bathroom at work, I don't want to leave my son in a room full of other children who's lives may be infested with germs, first-time-mom syndrome, or some other shit.
FTMS (First Time Mom Syndrome) is when the mom always forgets her own pampers, wipes, milk...forcing the daycare to borrow from other children. They also drop their kids off with snotty faces and don't care to wipe or clean the baby daily, causing the other kids to catch some shit like hand foot virus or chicken pox, pink eye...or lyme disease. I could be trippin and over exaggerating but can you blame me tho?!? I mean...technically, every first time mom has this experience unless their mom is raising the baby or something like that. Just my opinion tho, this isn't a real syndrome of course.
My point is, I want to stay home and work from there and mom from there.
I had a few ideas, I can't mention them just yet because after all...that's the point of manifesting. I've come to some road blocks with these things though. Well, one block. I care about other's opinion. I shared my ideas with my close circle and as soon as someone makes that confused face or tells me I can't do it that way, I'm like fuck it. It's never fair to tell a friend HOW to find their dream. You don't know any better! Unless you have personal experience in that particular dream, keep your opinions to yourself. Especially if your friend gives you the option to search your own path and chase your own dream freely. I really cant even fully vent because here I am...giving a fuck about people and their own feelings before mine, but I encourage my friends to follow their dreams. Even when it inconveniences me or changes what I have going on. I adjust, I trust, and I smile and encourage that friend while I'm at it. I rarely get that combination from any of my friends really. Somebody always has an opinion or a "what you should do is..." type of answer. But I'm not asking your permission...nor am I asking what you think about it. I'm simply telling you my exciting scheme to build my own empire. Why (and how) do you find it appropriate to insert yourself and divert my course of action? I am the leader of my destiny, the captain of my ship, the Sergeant, the Boss...how you gon hire yourself into my militia AND take my job into your hands. That's like me walking into Walmart and getting pissed there's one line open, taking the manager's vest, and directing muhfuckers to open the registers. Like nooo…..you don't know the excitement your crushing. You don't know my full potential of success, and now, neither do I. If I'm being told I can pursue my goals, but they must be done a certain way, am I truly pursuing something of my own at that point? Ionno, you tell me!
I apologize, I love being positive but a bitch gotta vent SOMEWHERE.
So that's what I'm going through...I need to keep my master plan to myself and just do that shit. I only have a few more months before my boy arrives and I need to know what I'm doing before then so I can go ahead and get them ducks...put 'em in a row...train them to speak Portuguese or something exotic, maybe do a lil pre algebra.
A bi-lingual, pre-algebraic duck line. That's the plan!
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