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I wasn't able to officially say goodbye to my mother in person because it was the height of Covid. Or I guess I could say I could have, but I was paranoid and trying to protect three kids from a monster disease no one understood. Fuck 2020. That haunted me something awful. I recently went to see my partner, my love. Something in my gut said go, NOW. So I did. Got in my car and just drove. After I left him? I got a call and found out he died an hour later. And while I wasn't a
Yeah, no, motherhood did not come with a map. They should have taught that lesson in Lamaze class. Fuck breathing. Listening to a child cry ALL THE TIME? OR A KID THAT WON'T EAT? Motherhood can suck, and serves to be a lesson that is hard in more than ways than one. I find myself counting to ten more than when I was a kid, and certainly more than my kids do. Where are those classes and lessons when you are pregnant? The lamaze class for when you are going to lose your shit be
I grew up with the generation that came from a place that if you saw a TV on a rolling cart you thought that day was going to be an epic day. YASSSSSS. One day that cart rolled in and I ended up watching the Challenger explode in real time. The teacher shut off the TV and we went back to learning; no discussions, just division. Coincidentally, my generation went on to make JOKES about it. Do you know how I know Crista McAcullife had dandruff? They found her head and shoulders