Chicky Chicky Bok Bok or Pork Bok Bok
#4KID (A) has his own vocabulary...much like a cousin of mine did as a toddler. Passappassa was my name. Not even remotely close to Michelle, however, that was my name, every time. This has become one word for (A): Boobuh-baint. Pacifier and Blankey??? So, I don't have to explain bok bok, or even pastrami bok bok. I could go on and on, but I am sure throughout my journal more will pop up.
My sister is opening a brand new, very chic hair salon on October 1st. We are soooo excited for her. It is going to be so gorgeous! She colored my hair and gave #1KID (G), my senior, BANGS! They are adorable, but she is anyway, so not a shocker.
We took pork chops over to grill and they had chicken. Mr. (A) did not want to be a floodledoop so he ate pork bok bok and corn AND even tried the salad. He spit that out, but high fives for trying!
Wednesdays are bittersweet. #2KID (E) & #3KID (T) go to their dad's for the night. (G) is choosing not to go. That is a whole other story. Less kids + Less chaos + Insomnia = Too much time to reflect. Lack of sleep is just part of having kids, especially babies. However, today, I had a good day (especially with (A)), but it has been rough. Being extremely tired doesn't help keep doubt, emptiness, fear and worry at bay. Don't worry. I am not feeling sorry for myself. We all have it. I can just usually keep myself living in my *Kick-Ass, "I Got This" Parenting 5 Kids on My Own* mode (because there is no time for anything else) and can keep ignoring them.
I will just say, for now, that has passed. I do know that all of my children are happy, healthy and safe. I got a little writing, of no importance to anyone but me, accomplished and survived another day.
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