i need to rant even though no one is reading.
don’t get me wrong i am really happy in life. i’m a small business owner & how many people at 23 can say they run a totally legit licensed business (well i’m sure plenty) but i’ve really worked my ass off when no one thought i could. i can see everyone judging, everyone waiting for my downfall, but sorry it’s not going to happen. i got into this business because i knew i could do it & i am doing it. it’s nice knowing i have something i’m good at finally & also knowing that i went from paying my day care rent & surviving to paying all of my mother & i’s bills. i’m glad i can give back to her a little for a wonderful life i’ve been blessed with.
it hasn’t been easy i’m exhausted. exhausteedddd. in fact i am not sure why i am wasting precious time writing about how exhausted i am when i really should be catching up on sleep or working on or preparing for work. i work 10-14 hour days sometimes longer if my parents need me. i’m on labor watch because one of my moms is about to pop so though i’m not sleeping enough as it is they could be calling me at any hour of the night to drop off their kids. i’m trying to help a child with emotional issues & that in turn makes me feel emotional. i’m currently taking the most important class of my degree and it’s so much work that after work i only have 2-3 hours before i should be in bed for work the next morning & that’s not even enough time to finish one assignment. of course i pass those hours & i’m just doing it all over again the next day with a smile for the kids cuz that’s not their problem. i’m just WISHING for the weekend to come sooner so i can sleep in & do some hw. yay i can’t wait to do HW on my weekend. plus i gained 4 lbs from stress eating, which doesn’t sound a lot but for my petite frame looks like 15 lbs more since i don’t have time to exercise right now. the best i do is kids yoga which does not make up for 10 times a day worth of over eating.
minus all of that & the fact that some of my clients are bat shit crazy (not all obviously) i am happy. i love my job. even though 20 years from now probably none of my students will remember ms. chelsea because they are so young. they’ve made me better. they’ve made me stronger. dealing with a bunch of moms especially some haole ass ones will teach you to grow a pair. two years ago i would have never been able to lay down the law like i do now. mostly because i just don’t have the time for bs. less then two weeks from now my class will be over & i will be able to do more for the children & sleep normal hours again. that’s all i’m really hoping for right now. the weird thing is though i feel like crying all of the time yet i still feel really happy with my life even though i have no life outside of college & my job which is a lot for me.
I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.
Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…
A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.
She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.
At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”
Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.
Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”
So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.
As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.
Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.
Best. Parent. Ever.
i have never seen a post with a plot twist like this before
This is the exact mix of wonderful and awful parenting I expect most tumblr users will display in later life.
Animals that are patiently awesome.
i will always reblog this because its my most favorite thing ever.
lol his face is like ‘i have just been given a gift’
He lives for these moments
My friend’s dog won 3rd place at a Petco Star Wars contest. -ejara80
this makes me miss the states
Alright, these are kinda adorable…
Summer Trails from the West.