Resignation to the end

IF you know what song it comes from,

you rule!

Anyways,

I know, I know this blog says single Mom. There will be more posting on my child in all her hilarity but right now it's like a village raising her. Well, my parents, and I.

I love my parents...but think about when you were little, didn't you want to go live with your grandparents? Why? Spoils of war.

Now...I'm the parent, with a kid living with grandparents, I need help haha and a therapist.

I love my parents, and they do an amazing job! (Do not go telling them lies, evil readers) It's also the problem that when I'm home I'm that lazy ass teenager again. "Mom...I can't reach the remote" you feel me? I am not strong enough to resist temptation!

I do horribly miss my alone time with butter bean and us having our own place. That's the beauty of being the idiot who has to move back home in these situations. We lost our 'home' and now I'm moving her again and I feel so horrible about it, seriously it's like I'm a Disney Villain. Thank the powers that be that she will be too young to pin too much blame on me. Just eyes of hurt and distrust, yay me.

So if I keep this up, there will be more butter bean/parenting hilarity later, like in seven days or so. I'm too excited, but the thought of us starting new is beyond invigorating. Let's just hope I don't screw it up again. This is a nice 'paranoia' of mine. Seriously though my bad feelings are usually spot on, so no more of this calling me paranoid crap peeps. Unless I'm talking about Ewoks and Face Huggers coming to get me, don't call me paranoid. Also if I mention those things, please make sure I'm not on hallucinogens or have finally cracked; if either of those are mentioned, please drop me off at nearest appropriate location.

Here's to hopefully making better choices in my personal life as well as in education/job. More on butter bean to be revealed.