Parenting in the period of pandemics & piss-poor politics makes procuring play-dates problematic. People need people that much is positively probable. Pediatric persons pine for peer proponents. Parental persons, post-pandemic & politics perceive people as perversive and pestiferous. Preferring peaceful placating places to persons. But pediatric persons plead for pals & parents with the promise of prosperity pulsing through their pumps, prevent their pride & provide perfect play-dates.

“Rawr! Raaaaaawwwwrrrr!”
“Ah! Help!”
“I got you. I’ll save you. So should we move our date to the big belly mountain?”
“Oh yes, I love big belly mountain.”
“But first, let’s get you to a hospital. You are not going to survive that tiger attack.”
“Oh look, there’s my niece Jessie. She’s a doctor.”
“What’s the matter here?”
“My stomach hurts.”
“Well no actually, your leg is broken.”
“Oh. Okay!”
“Oh no. There’s a baby coming out.”
🫣

Whew. 😅 Barbies these days…
#parenting

@cornered This you?

The last day of Kindergarten really crept up on me. I spent the morning yesterday making a cute crossbody bag for my kid's teacher. (I am sure she has enough coffee mugs. 😅) I stuffed it with Starbucks cards, hand sanitizer, a handmade wristlet lanyard, a handmade engraved bookmark, some little button pins designed by the kiddo, and a couple of thank you cards one from Kiddo and one from hubs and me.

This teacher set a high standard but I fear she is one of a kind. 🍎📚💛

Yesterday Kiddo & I were playing tennis in the back yard with a soft foam tennis ball. She served it to me, I missed & it went into the bushes. I went to got get the 🎾. I parted the plants, saw the yellow & reached down for the ball then I stopped & screamed. In the bushes was a dead, all yellow budgie. It looked identical to our Perry. I told kiddo to run inside to see what Perry was doing. 😬 Thank goodness it wasn’t her (she’s been a little Houdini in the past.)

RIP, little budgie. #birb 🥺🦜

While sitting on the couch watching Robin Hood with the kiddo…
“Mommy, I love you. Also you’re really hairy today.”
“Well…sorry about that.”
“No!” (Darkly) “The hairs should be sorry.”

#parenting delightfully weird since 2017.

Nothing crushes the soul quite like infertility. 😮‍💨

But like, I can’t even talk to anyone about how soul crushing it is because I can’t feel like I am letting anyone else down.

I didn’t make it through my sunshine morning so well, after all.

Hurting.

🎶Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy.🎶
Trying to start the new day fresh after the gloom I felt yesterday. Be the joy in someone’s day today. You never know who needs it. #cosonauts #cosonautscare

GOP leaders are beside themselves that Hunter Biden possessed a gun when it was illegal for him to have it due to his substance abuse. Yet there’s nothing but crickets in response to the outcry to keep guns out of the hands of domestic abusers, school shooters, and people flagged with mental health problems.

I hate the subscription model for apps. What happened to the good old, buy it once and never again? Duck no, I’m not paying a subscription equaling >$60 a year for any app. Not. Any. App.

I also feel gross for even thinking it’s about me. It’s not—it’s about my kid and her finding her way. I will never fully understand some of the struggles she will face. And that makes me feel inadequate.

And this is why I started therapy. 💔

I’m sure my brain is overthinking everything. But I am worried that I am the reason my kiddo’s friends’ parents haven’t texted. I am also wondering if I might have found the source of her anxious questioning several months back if I was her “real mom.” Because her squad is all girls of two Indian parents. And she’s got one Indian parent and one Caucasian parent (me.)

And because I am overthinking it, I am so worried about her desire to fit in to both but never feeling fully “in” with either. 😫