Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves

Dear Lorenzo,

It's 7:23 Sunday morning and I'm alone in the kitchen, about to get started on my breakfast (since your daughter will be asleep for the next several hours) and Amira's crockpot chili for the week. Although I still have a cold I'm starting to feel a lot better and a hell of a lot less asthmatic than I've felt for the past several days.

I have a busy day ahead. I'm going to ATTEMPT to workout today but failing that I still have to do laundry, both Amira and my hair, and clean up this not-too-dirty-but-a-little-too-cluttered-for-my-liking house. I also have to work on my budget for the week, which took an enormous hit since somehow, your daughter managed to break both her cell phone and her tablet within about 48 hours of each other. As frustrating as that is I couldn't really get mad at her. One, it isn't like she broke these items on purpose. (The way she's feenin' for Tik Tok and Snapchat can only be compared to Pookie in New Jack City so you KNOW she'd never do anything to purposely hurt her precious devices). And two, as I remind her every time she apologizes, NO ONE on this planet has broken/lost more expensive ass cellphones than I have!

If there's one silver lining to these unexpected expenditures (because as you would be the first to point out and make fun of, I ALWAYS look for the silver lining in every situation) it's this: I can afford to replace her cell phone and tablet myself.

Me.

I don't have to borrow money from my mom or wait for our social security or fire annuity direct deposits to come in; I can use my own well-earned paycheck to replace these items myself.

Working outside of the home again after all of these years of "just being a mom" has really done wonders for my self-esteem. You used to always say that being a mother was the most important job on the planet and while I agree with this notion, it damn sure doesn't pay like it. And as much as I LOVED and respected the fact that you wanted to provide for us yourself, I have to admit that it feels really good to be bringing home a paycheck again. To not have to cuss you out and remind you of the Highlander you bought, AGAINST MY WISHES, every single time I want to buy something that you'd deem unnecessary.

As much as I miss you, it feels really good to be self-sufficient again.




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