Tag Archives: independent

The Eye Doctor

2 Nov

Baby has an eye infection. Which means I now have one too. And so does the sitter. Free eye infection handout! Woohoo! Come and get them while they’re gross and slimey.

After a visit to the family doctor and ten days of drops (you try putting drops in the eyes of a cranky achey five-month-old for ten days) we’re sent to see a specialist.

One hour drive in bad traffic, non-stop crying, can’t find parking, shit, we’re going to be late, blahhh, fine I’ll park ten minutes walk away from the doctor, haaa we’re here, great, there’re five people in line before us, oh, thank you tantrumous five-year-old for screaming your lungs out for 30 minutes and making all the other kids in the waiting room cry, including my baby.

It’s days like this that doin it on ma own seems less than glamorous. I’m not really a hard-ass-hot-mama who don’t need no man. I’m really just a fragile, frustrated person, with an unwanted twist in her life story, doing the shush-pat, trying to get my baby to stop crying, trying to get myself to pull it together.

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Fine Tuning

31 Oct

Remember that song from the nineties? Life, oh life, oh life… This is the new ringtone of my existence. Life, oh life. And speaking of ringtones, I need to get a new ringtone for my phone. Why is this so important? I don’t know. But in times of emotional turmoil, there’s just nothing like a new ringtone to help define who you are.

So let’s see, what exactly am I looking for? Something strong. Something that’ll remind me, everytime my phone rings, that I’m ma-own-woman, I can take on anything that comes my way. I can do it on my own.

Hmmm. Maybe Beyonce can give me something. All the ladies independent… The only thing is, I’m not trully independent. I’m actually pretty reliant on Mr. Dad right now, at least money-wise. Do you pay my bills? Yeah. Do you pay for my automobile? Yeah. OK. I’m thinking Destiny’s child won’t cut it.

Maybe what I really need is just a feel good song. Something that’ll just make me want to dance everytime I hear it. But something tells me Shawty Got Low doesn’t exactly reflect the way I want to portray myself right now. Neither does Sexy Bitch. Maybe later on when I’m on the rebound.

So more serious stuff. Radiohead? Depressing. Assaf Avidan? It’s over, it’s over, it’s over? Super-Mega-Depressing. Amy Winehouse? You go back to her and I’ll go back to black? I don’t think so.

Jeez, why is it all the songs I like are either utterly depressing or about hoes?