Ya’ll I’m tired.
TY-ARD
I thought everything was fine until:
I increased the amount of weights I was lifting and the amount of walking I was doing… all at the same time.
My Cousin/Auntie( you can’t call older cousins by their first name)/one of the matriarchs of the family died the week of Valentine’s Day
Until I drove 3 hours to Alabama on a Saturday, then drove 2 hours to the funeral and 2 hours back from the funeral on Sunday. And then drove 3 hours back home on that Monday.
Then I rode 6 hours in a car back and forth to Mississippi for my mother-in-law’s 70th birthday this past weekend
My back has been killing me from the funeral until today( yes, I know it is stress)
Sleep was erratic or nonexistent. ( even though I had the best sleep of the month in my mama’s house).
Life went on ( meaning work and motherhood and all the things)
In case you don’t get it…I am tired.
This month was bookended by grief and joy. A homegoing service on one end and a birthday celebration on the other. Both celebrations of life, but in a different way. I’m going to say something I shouldn’t but…I hate funerals. I haven’t been to one since my Father’s 6 years ago. I will send flowers and condolences about 99% of the time. Because what is a funeral but the parading of grief for the living while paying our respects to the dead?
Sorry, that was a ramble that I’m too tired to clean up.
But what I am trying to say is that grief attacks whatever energy you thought you had and having to carry on as usual on top of that takes its toll too. I’m really, really good at compartmentalizing, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not struggling on the inside.
Sometimes being the strong one sucks.
Things from the internet this week.
This list contains affiliate links. This means that if you click on a link, I may have enough funds to buy the audiobook for the next in the fantasy series I’m currently obsessed over.
I don’t usually do thrillers but this was one of the best books I read this month.
“Seeking social media stardom for their underage daughters, mothers post images of them on Instagram. The accounts draw men sexually attracted to children, and they sometimes pay to see more” Pay…to see more????? I read this article in the New York Times and was disgusted. ( this is a gifted free link)
I saw this pull out Cabinet Organizer on somebody’s IG and now I have to have them for under the kitchen sink…
If you didn’t do a no-spend January, try a no spend March. I got off track in February so I’m reverting back in March…After I get a few things off my Amazon list…..
This substack about How Much to track your kid is an interesting conversation. I have a teen that I can track easily. But most of the time, I choose not to because…trust?
Well, that’s not all, but that’s all I’ve got today.
See you in March!
LaShawn
girl I live in my car so my back is just there being a back but in pain. I track my son cause he be lying and sneaking 75% of the time he is where he says he is but that 25% is where we have the issue. I'm trying to let it go and I don't say anything unless it's someplace major he ain't supposed to be.
Ditto. Life wears me out, and the last month has been a beast. We got this though! ♥️ come warm up down here in StA!!