So it was really not necessary for some people (AKA my mother) to ring me up in the middle of the night to make sure I hadn't "done anything stupid."
I haven't done anything stupid ever in my life.
Well, okay. Locking my kid in a car in parking lot wasn't that smart, but that was an accident. Anyways, no I am not suicidal. I was just being all moody and melodramatic about things.
And I'm not giving up, it's not like that.
Abandoning hope is a good thing for me right now. It's liberating. Like "whatever happens happens" I'm not sweating over my inbox anymore. I mean, I have other projects to work on so I'm moving on.
The title was a little dark, I guess, but I named it that to juxtapose with 'Having Grace'. And also I was going to include a sentence like "abandoned like a baby in a restroom on prom night" but then I thought better of it but now I've gone and used it anyways.
But anyways. Thank you everyone for your well wishes.
So this morning when I was
Trust me, it's fun, although maybe more in a you-have-to-be-there kind of a way.
And then Payton informs me that she's not allowed to sing nor say nor shake her booty at daycare.
Because, apparently, upon further questioning, "booty" is a swear.
Am I sending her to a Mormon daycare or something? Or is it just me??
I would like to know what, precisely, they would do if her name was Booty? Booty Rose Makepeace. Because I considered it. I considered it long and hard. It has a nice ring to it, no?
And yes, I do want her to be a stripper when she's older. At least one of us should be able to afford a vehicle that wasn't manufactured in the 90's.
Would she not be allowed to say her own name at daycare? Would they give her a new name, a new identity?
And what if we were pirates and booty was our livelihood? What then, Spadina Early Learning and Childcare Cooperative?
In fact, to that end I am going to draft a letter to the board of directors to said daycare that raises that issue. To be anti booty is to be anti pirate, and I won't stand for it.