I awoke in a panic this morning. I am slightly hungover (a feeling I’ve come to despise), having drank about four Miller Lites last night. What really got my head pounding was the crying from last night.

Those are my kids. Their photos were taken by someone else, as part of their “family photo” day.

Those are MY babies. My fuckin kids. And there they are, being assimilated into a new family through picture day. So that’s why I’m upset. Thats why my head hurts and that’s why I’m gonna go outside and tear my garden apart today.

Should I be “calling her out” for this? I dont know and dont give a fuck anymore.

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Alexandra A

I'm just a skinny girl with a lot of hair and a couple of stories. I'm 26, married, and have two very active, sparkly-eyed babies. My mother lives with me so I've got my best ally and source of wisdom here, too. Everything I do is for my family. We like to garden, paint, start projects, read, and watch a little bit of Netflix. I'm working on my cooking, parenting with patience, and learning how to love life where I'm at. Though I've abandoned my degree three times in two different states (yes, I said three times), I have listened and watched and picked up a couple of tips. Most of what I write is entirely non-fictional because I let life spin the tales. I'm ready to learn more and am excited to meet others on the same path. This is to serve as a record of what I've done. All pictures have been taken by me, unless otherwise credited.

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