I’d just kind of waltz on in and I’d say, “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s see who wins a prize for keeping their cool. Simon says, ‘Everybody down on the floor.’ Now, nobody loses their head, then nobody loses their head. Uh… you, sir. Yeah, you do the honors. Take that cash and put it into that bag right there. You’ve got an amazing story to tell your friends. If not, well, you’ve got a tag on your toe. You decide.”
(Source: donniedarkos, via winner-take-nothing)
me as a world cup commentator: *brings up colonialism and genocide for every european team that plays*
Today my patience was very thin. I am to the point in this pregnancy where I really just want to sleep and watch Netflix. Obviously neither one of those is an option. I found myself being very short with her today about stupid things like splashing me with water from the pool, or jumping on me. I don’t yell but it’s obvious when I am annoyed and honestly I had no reason to be, she was just being four. I felt terrible when I realized how I was acting and I apologized for my lack of patience, I explained that on top of being 37 weeks pregnant I have a cold and I haven’t slept in over a month, I made sure she knew it wasn’t her, it was me and I promised I would do better to keep my mood separate from how I interacted with her, and then we painted our faces like warriors and let out our frustration by rawring like monsters.
I am thankful that we understand each other so well. I can tell her I need 5 minutes to rest or that I don’t have the energy for a park date at the moment and she accepts it with stride. I can apologize to her for being short and she says “It’s ok mama you’re my best friend” She gives me cuddles, rubs my back, pours cold water on my swollen feet, holds the dustpan for me so I don’t have to bend over, fetches my glass of ice water without being asked and the list goes on. She is so understanding, and so loving, she inspires me day in and day out. She is my passion.
(Source: inthe-sunflowerfield, via onabedoflace)