Good morning! Sorry I have been MIA, it’s because of who I am as a person.  Little dude and I were sick and with him being off of school everything just went a little haywire. With that being said let’s start Faceless Friday.  Faceless Friday, for those new here, is where we list out the things that have rocked our faces off the past week! I would love to hear what you are grateful for as well!

Protective Orders! FINALLY.  It only took three months, a sheriff deputy visit and a call to the parole board…. If I have any advice for women in their twenties is that if a guy seems crazy fucking run, because you sure as hell do not want to be dealing with the same idiot twenty years later explaining the same shit.  Anyway, New Year Eve I got a visit from the local sheriff department regarding NBK and the microchip he believes I placed in him.  I cannot even make this shit up.  AN OFFICER came to MY HOME and asked me about a MICROCHIP.  It’s still making me laugh. Obviously the officer didn’t think I was that evil of a mastermind, which is kind of disappointing, but wanted to make me aware that NBK has been contacting them repeatedly, daily regarding me, this microchip and what can be done about it. So… they told me to try for the protective order again and to call his parole officer.  Sad that people will listen to me now that I have an officer backing me up, but here we are.  I called his parole and told them of the situation.  Asked if they could do a psych hold on him or whatever.  They said they would “handle it” (whatever that means) and said they would issue a protective order. WHAT!? You mean to tell me I have been fighting with the local courts regarding this (when I should have a lifetime one!) and this dude can just issue one? Okay, cool. Anyway, I am super grateful that I have at least that piece of paper because that is the start to documentation (once again) in the never ending crazy cycle of the NBK saga. Talking to people that understood the threat and took it seriously rocks my face off.

Back to School! Look, I love my son with everything I am.  I have given my whole life to this kid from the moment I learned I was pregnant…. But GOOD LAWRD the kid can be mean as hell and this off of school for two weeks bullshit about broke this momma. I understand I am the only one he is mean to, and the only one he has… he really is the most kind hearted, loving child, but when you are the safe place you get all of those icky feelings they don’t know what to do with.  I’m sick of icky feelings! I’m sure he is too, so we manage and we cry and we recover and we learn and grow.  I already know I am going to miss all of this, I just wish sometimes it was a little softer.  So, my little soldier went back to school Wednesday and YAY!! Mommy went to work and did adult things this week and shopped for boring things like toilet paper and paper plates without having to go stand in a toy aisle for thirty minutes WHEN IT WAS JUST CHRISTMAS FOR FUCKS SAKE. Parenthood is definitely not a hood I thought I would ever be in and fuckin hell… I am grateful for quiet moments. (May they not become permeant too soon)

Birthday and Stuff. I also celebrated a birthday during all of this madness. I didn’t expect it to be any different than any other day, because adult… but my word it was pretty, surprisingly, awesome! I think my depression and anger needed a good solid day of hearing I mattered to people.  Also, I got tacos delivered from my bff and this awesome sweatshirt from a dear friend! I don’t like the getting old part of all of this shit because my body already sucks, but being made to feel like I matter ROCKS!

I know a lot more things happened and I was going to share them here, but now that I am sitting down writing I can’t remember.  This is what happens when I write Faceless Friday in my head instead of on paper…

Let’s jump to our round up list and call it a day and grab some more coffee.  In no particular order here are other things that have rocked my face off this past week:

Coffee (amen), music, AUDIOBOOKS (btw audible ends up being cheaper than Spotify for this if you are obsessively “reading” like me), heat, heating pads, heated socks, heated blankets, hot water (my bones are cold okay!?) The doggos, my friends, my brother making me one helluva steak lunch, sunshine, the fish still being alive even though my water has been weird af, making it through another fucking year, and YOU for being here reading this. Thanks for being here. Much love.