Dear Me,
**Who the fuck are you?**
First things first I am a mom. Not only a mom but a "mama" to two awesome boys. They are a wild team one pouts a lot, one screams a lot. We are a noisy, kinda grumpy, kinda happy-go-lucky bunch. Not sure what I would do without my Ellis and Avery. Seriously, probably dead or jail. Everything I do is for them. All the coffee I drink, hours I work, books I read, and dishes I wash it's for them.
Role #2 wife. I have the best husband. Why is he the best? He puts up with a lot of my shit. Not shit I mean to dish just my messy brain that likes to move too fast. Its jumbled and he fixes the pieces. I have never had more fun and bad times with a person. We have been though a lot and we can still laugh together. Thats what its all about. Annnnnnnd it helps that he tells me sweet things like: "When we move we should get a dog. A dog will help complete our family." Awwwww cute as shit huh? I love it.
3rd: Teacher. We are a homeschoolin' family. It's rough sometimes still smoothing wrinkles, crappy curriculum hasn't helped. I have done some crazy research and I am understanding/learning how Ellis needs to learn and how I want to teach. I think we are about the same if I am bored with something he is too. First grade is going to be so awesome I know it!
*So Ummmmmmm how do you make money for all that glitter and google eyes?*
I am a patient care tech!! So there.
My job is a job that's easy to love and for some easy to hate. I worked in a hospital (yes workED, I will get to that sometime soon) I was practically the nurses bitch. Do this do that. Sounds bad huh? Well the reason why a pct needs to do this and that is because of the patients. Some people are sick as shit with terrible cancers you wouldn't wish on your enemy. Some can't breath or have a crazy weird rash. Others had parts of there body taken OUT of their body, and you know what they all need? Help. They need someone to help them with a private part of their life and sometimes even their privates. Some need physical help others just need a laugh. They don't want to be there. I have to get water and temperatures, enemas, and dump pee. BUT my real job is to try and make them have a okay time. I know what to say to strangers, ask the right questions, know when to shut up, bring a wash cloth for their head, without asking. I figured that stuff out and it makes it easy to love it. Believe it or not a hospital is a damn busy place you never know what you will get yourself in to. No need to jump out of an airplane for adrenaline. Just help save a life. Crazy.
**Describe you in 44 words, NOW! **
I'm a punkish, tattooed, mixed up, mama. Who is kinda artsy, a vegan, runner, wife. I Swear like a sailor so put your damn ear muffs on. I am girl who wants to do some damn good in the world if it kills me.
Love,
Me
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