I know y’all are quarantined but my job gives not one fuck. Generally I don’t care about St Patty’s day or green beer plus I’m too old to be pinched by strangers but after the news I just got, I could have a drink or 3.

Jesus be a fence. My job is in banking which is considered an “essential function” so no quarantine for us. To some extent I understand that, but what I would like is some kind of understanding from management that the times are terrifying and we are still here.

Last night I dreamed I was in a horror movie-esq cabin in the woods. Ultimately the villain was my manager in a scooby doo style mask, asking why production this week has been low.

Plus side of coronavirus is plenty of time to learn sick tiktok dance moves!!

Ya know how you get super excited about something, whether it is a movie or food or an outing, and you hype it up so much that it can do nothing but disappoint? Well sometimes it’s sex but instead of disappointing, it blows your back out. I want that for you❤️

This baby supposed to be coming soon has my anxiety in a ball. Not because I’m not prepared, but because I’m so ready for him to be here.

I was so scared for so long that this would fall apart that I didn’t say anything at all. Now that I can see the finish line, I just... I’m grateful.

Thank you! I honestly don’t know how I could have done this without the support of people who truly care about me❤️

I’m actually learning that this process alone has reminded me just how many folk are in my corner.

Trying to help somebody through a situation that closely mirrors my own is tough. I’m trying to give the “you deserve X/Y/Z” advice, when I’m continuing to accept garbage juice and tumbleweeds.

I have so much going on that my spoon count is low, but damn.

Most importantly and overdue: I decided to become a foster parent in Sep 2019. That meant attending foster parent classes, doing home visits, background/fingerprint/DMV screenings and in general, a lot of faith.

I haven’t said much about it, not because I was unsure, but because if it didn’t work out, I would rather mourn solo than with an audience. Even with that, a few really close people knew what I was doing and how much I wanted it.

I’ll skip the hairiest parts of the story, where I didn’t think this would work or that I was going to toil for eventual disappointment. Because now it doesn’t matter.

He’s here. This tiny bundle of joy who farts and sneezes and cries at all hours of the night. He also holds my fingers and nestled into my chest and even though I know it’s gas, he smiles at me when I sing to him.

He’s perfect and worth everything I did to be here with him.

I can’t post photos until adoption is finalized but just know I’m gonna wear y’all out as soon as I can ❤️ #FosterMom #BlackKing #ThisLittleLightOfMine

Watching movies that I grew up loving reminds me that so much of my favorite music comes from soundtracks. But I’m A Cheerleader, Can’t Hardly Wait. Cruel Intentions. Chasing Amy. I still sing some of their songs even decades later❤️

A really nice problem to have: so many things have been purchased from my (brief) baby registry that I had to add more stuff❤️ I am so thankful that the people who love me also love this child 👶🏾 🥰

the loss of a friend/life partner sent me into a depressive tailspin. only yesterday was i able to name each emotion it triggered & start to unpack. here’s the first. sharing for anyone whose brain works like mine. it’s a personal analysis, but i think it could help someone.