Buckle Up Buttercups, it's time to fuck shit up.
The ending to 2019, is proving to be a rocky one.
I have been lied to, by the places that are supposed to teach my kids. They have put me through hell, and yet I still have to brave face it, and deal with them. My children have come to me crying. One wants to be home schooled, one is still doing well in school, and one I want nothing more then for him to come home. My kids, are so much of my life, that often I joke about what I do in my life that doesn't involve them.
I have been doing some advocacy work on the side for a friend of mine, I got him started and he has been doing pretty well I thought. I have been wrapped up in my own stuff with my own kids, but he sent out the bat signal the other day, and I have been called upon.
Then, then, there's the unusual health issue I had found myself just recently having. It sucks to be in recovery this close to Christmas, I can't seem to get enough ahead to hold my footing with my little health issues. First I was sick, then I blew out my knee, then well this last round I will spare you, but I would rather give birth again then feel this pain again, and I had crappy pregnancies, and delivers.
So here I sit, with presents that still need to be wrapped, a house with no Christmas tree and a fridge that needs to be stocked. Christmas activities to be planned, and a calendar to go over.
I have sat in hiding the last few weeks just trying to wrap my head around everything that is going on. I have sat and licked my wounds long enough.
The warrior in me has been awoken. I know nothing other then the instinct to fight, it seems to be a constant part of my life. Life throws us curves fairly regularly, and I have to re group and move forward.
We have reached the move forward. While I was sitting and licking my wounds, I was thinking, I was plotting, I was breathing clarity. Let me tell you this right now, come hell or high water, this Momma will fight to the death for her kids, even while I feel like I am dying, I am holding on. I held on long enough for my strength to come back.
Everyone loves the underdog, because it's the come back, it's the phoenix rising back from the ashes. I'm not guaranteed a happy ending in the battles I fight. Sometimes I loose the battle to win the war. Sometimes ( not very often) I loose the war. No matter what though, I fight.
Buckle up buttercups, hear my war cry, it's time to fuck shit up, and I am done holding back.
I have been lied to, by the places that are supposed to teach my kids. They have put me through hell, and yet I still have to brave face it, and deal with them. My children have come to me crying. One wants to be home schooled, one is still doing well in school, and one I want nothing more then for him to come home. My kids, are so much of my life, that often I joke about what I do in my life that doesn't involve them.
I have been doing some advocacy work on the side for a friend of mine, I got him started and he has been doing pretty well I thought. I have been wrapped up in my own stuff with my own kids, but he sent out the bat signal the other day, and I have been called upon.
Then, then, there's the unusual health issue I had found myself just recently having. It sucks to be in recovery this close to Christmas, I can't seem to get enough ahead to hold my footing with my little health issues. First I was sick, then I blew out my knee, then well this last round I will spare you, but I would rather give birth again then feel this pain again, and I had crappy pregnancies, and delivers.
So here I sit, with presents that still need to be wrapped, a house with no Christmas tree and a fridge that needs to be stocked. Christmas activities to be planned, and a calendar to go over.
I have sat in hiding the last few weeks just trying to wrap my head around everything that is going on. I have sat and licked my wounds long enough.
The warrior in me has been awoken. I know nothing other then the instinct to fight, it seems to be a constant part of my life. Life throws us curves fairly regularly, and I have to re group and move forward.
We have reached the move forward. While I was sitting and licking my wounds, I was thinking, I was plotting, I was breathing clarity. Let me tell you this right now, come hell or high water, this Momma will fight to the death for her kids, even while I feel like I am dying, I am holding on. I held on long enough for my strength to come back.
Everyone loves the underdog, because it's the come back, it's the phoenix rising back from the ashes. I'm not guaranteed a happy ending in the battles I fight. Sometimes I loose the battle to win the war. Sometimes ( not very often) I loose the war. No matter what though, I fight.
Buckle up buttercups, hear my war cry, it's time to fuck shit up, and I am done holding back.
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