Single Life in meh...

Well.

I’m not watching the babies after work much anymore, therefore, I’m fending for myself when I’m not cooking dinner.

I saw a meme last night that states: “Once you’re 18, anything your parents do for you is purely out of love…“

I SO am in this state of mind right now.

I come home, I snack. No rush to cook. Tonight’s dinner consisted of Sangria, some 1/2 fat peaches and cream ice cream and a tomato sandwich on toast.

I came home and read to my mom.

Now I’m watching iZombie while typing this out, sitting in my pjs and socks on the couch.

I do need to go to the grocery store to finish what I kind of started this weekend.

My daughter had to work SaturDAY and SunDAY and let me keep her car. I wanted to see my mom, but her breaks are squeezing and the car needs some work so I didn’t want to just drive it like that. Instead, I bought little baby some shows, Bubby Sr some shoes, and then we went to a festival at work. The next day I went grocery shopping. Later on Sunday I went to karaoke with Jay and did great after my first song. I was doing good until the end and I got dry toward the end and I started coughing. After that I did great.

So Saturday was the 2nd anniversary of Prince’s passing. I was okay and not as emotional this year. That was until a post I was tagged in AND THEN to find out he thought he was taking Vicodin but the pills contained Fentnyl. I was hurt and my whole mood shifted. I can’t even say that my crabbyness wasn’t attributed to this. I decided however to push it aside as much as possible and take these babies out of the house.

I cried a little.

Next day I was a little bit okay. Had the babies again. Daughter came to get them earlier than expected. That was great.

Now my day is over and I’m chronicling. Watching the news, the weather to be precise. Plotting out my clothes for tomorrow I suppose.

I think I’m going to eat some more ice cream before I go to sleep.

Perhaps I’ll write tomorrow to talk about some other stuff about this past weekend.

Now I’m yawning. Going to bed.

Okay luv u nite nite

Kindest regards,
Sister