Now & Then in meh...

I stopped by 7 Eleven on the way in to work today and got some breakfast and lunch. Nothing good for me and this was before I realized that my broken pants were actually slipping off my butt. Doesn’t necessarily mean I’m losing weight for real. Maybe I’m just losing more ass that I don’t already have. ::side eye::

Anyway…

On my way to work, I was thinking about being cognizant of being poor. Back in the day I’m sure we were poor. But we all lived in a generational household. My grandparents, aunt/uncle/their kids, me, mom and my brother. Mom didn’t move out and by the time she was diagnosed with MS I guess moving out was not a prospect because she needed the help. So I was thinking about the comparison about how our parents didn’t let us know about money troubles. We couldn’t get something because they said no and that was that. We didn’t question them I guess. When there were issues surrounding the need for money, we’d here the “money doesn’t grow on trees” speech. I had this one Disney book and it told a story about those two bum cats in Pinocchio told him a tale about burying some coins to make a money tree. I knew it wasn’t true, but boy did I want to at least give it a try. FYI that cats came back and stole his money. LOL Assholes.

Now days, kids are not seemingly satisfied with, “because I said so.” I mean little ones too. So I somehow got into the routine of telling them the real reason why they can’t have or we can’t do. And I think this was born out of why not just say because you can’t instead of because you said so? But at the end of the day the money troubles are mine and as long as the kids are taken care of they should feel secure. ::shrugs:: I guess…

I do find that I have had more real conversations with my kids about things than my mother has had with me. I remember when my kids would ask me difficult questions, I would tell them, “You know how I am and you know how I talk. Do you want the sugar coated version or you want it straight from the hip?” The answer would always leave them giggling, but they found out what they wanted to know. Until they got to a certain age, they thought I knew everything because I told them I did. And every time they had a question for me I answered it and it was right. Then there was a time when I started saying, “I don’t know,” and my son would jump and point and say HA! I knew you didn’t know everything. Then I would explain that at the time he was asking and the things he would ask, I did know. I was still smarter than him so there. LOL

So yeah.

Before I end this I have something else to share.

Him talked to me on Instagram a few days ago.
I made a post on Facebook and deleted it that said: “Hmph…someone must miss me.”
Then I did a sideways laughing face and a serious side eye.

I’m good. Thanks, but No Thanks.

And he has been in town. Probably reached out, but my phone was off.
::shrugs:: Oh well.

Y’all take care now.

Kindest regards,
Sister