"Mom, I like your sparkly poop cup."
Cupcake...it's a cupcake.
04.11.24
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I just have to brag on this man. He doesn't show emotion like me but he's just been quietly carrying me through. He gets me my comfort foods, & little gifts almost every day & is just standing in the gap until I'm back to center. That means he's just there if I need him, & doesn't ask me what I need (this relieves my mental load & emotional weariness.) He just does things that need doing without needing to be asked, like planning dinner (he just texts me hey put the lasagna in the freezer on, etc) because he knows I'm struggling extra hard with my executive dysfunction rn. He isn't expecting me to bounce back, he's just being my safety net if I need it. He works 12 hour days & still finds the time to make my days easier. He loves me quietly, but loud. He's not much for words, but then words are cheap. This type of love makes grief bearable. This love makes life liveable. I will always be grateful.
04.10.24
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In case you need this too. ❤️🩹
04.09.24
Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.
I am tired too. It’s okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other’s shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.
I love you, get up. It’s time to write “maybe next time” on our gravesite. It’s time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It’s time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Get up. Keep going. We are going to be okay.
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TW: Memoriam
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From the first to the last. This has been a hard weekend. Just as suddenly as you arrived, you left. 7 years of love, of laughter, of antics. You filled a void in our hearts when you were dropped off to that first tiny basement we ever had as a family of 2, & you made our house a home as a family of 4. How lucky we were, to journey with you. How empty our house is without you. How much you helped, & healed. Thank you for being my sons first best friend, & the keeper of all my sorrows. May you always find the sunbeams. R.I.P. our Pippin Fat Chicken: 2017-2024 💔
04.07.24
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Yeah I fell into a vat of espresso depresso. Not my usual time of year for The Big Sad, but here we are again. I'm back to baseline sad, woo 😂. Update on the basement, it's still there. Slowest WIP ever. Update on kids, I still have them. My doggo is the worst for pics but he's still his goofy ass self.
Pip is 7 now & needs occasional grooming help because his junk in the trunk be chunky. I call this towel his protest burrito.
I make a lot of soup because easy & nutrition. Cabbage roll is a family favorite. Not for the kids, thier Rizzoli will not vibe with the soup train. 😒
Have gotten into MTG, I'm not even sure how tbh 😅 but it's a thing now. Btw yes my partner has those hands. 🤤 IYKYK.
Cat spam because omg FLUFFYYY 🥰 & he watches us game chilling like that, it makes me laugh.
New haircut date day.
New mug to celebrate me getting back into clinic admin. Been awhile since I wore scrubs last. Super casual, lots of accommodations, etc. But I'm doing the thing!
I woke up to the dishes all being done one morning when they were on day shift. It meant he got up at 3 am just to do them. And didn't say anything. Just quietly did the thing I most hate in the house because if it's done, I can think better (makes no logical sense, I'm aware, moving on). He quietly loves me so fucking loud. 🫂
03.06.24
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Emergency coffee with a friend. I don't have many (like 2 irl) but the ones I have are the reason I'm still here. Get you people who realize you're not doing well & make the time for you: it literally saves your life. Because my old demon still hates its cage, & sometimes I'm too tired to keep the door locked alone. ❤️🩹
02.03.24
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I made mini oreo cheesecakes with strawberry sauce!
12.30.23
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We're not doing our Xmas until tomorrow because of work & kid switch schedules (partner is doing 12 hour days rn & kids are at thier other bios.) My partner & I did our stockings last night & one gift this morning tho. I'm just cleaning the house a bit today & puttering. I've been too sick to do anything. Being alone on Christmas is so fucking wierd & surreal. I don't like it.
12.25.23
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