i have life ADD.

being raised in a less than stable family with a gypsy-soul of  a mother didn’t help. we moved a trillion times from 7 bedroom renters to tiny apartments where we slept on a pull out bed; and by we i mean all 4 of us. this lifestyle, while no so glam, taught me to appreciate the small things.

it taught me that water bottles should be refilled. that driving to your vacation is really a road trip. that ordering a soda at a restaurant is a waste (unless you all share it while the waitress isn’t looking). it taught me that a mother can also be a father and that siblings are your best friends when you aren’t in elementary long enough to make some. it made me all sorts of strong (mentally, oh and also stubborn).

it also made me a little bit random. like, dance party in the living room random. and also like, living in logan for 5 years now is making me want to rip my hair out random. i know that this is something i need to face because kids need stability. it also means we will be taking lots of  “road trips”. even a new restaurant 30 miles away can be oxycodone for the pain of familiarity in my crazy nontraditional head.

being raised so perfectly- randomly also made me an imperfectionist, oooh just made up a word. i LOATHE (you know its serious if i use caps, i hate caps) mundane, same old same, monotonous tasks. especially and almost exclusively the ones that have to be done “right”. if it is supposed to be uniform, straight or perfect i am not the women for the job. i dont find this a weakness, just a byproduct of creativity.

i also just learned you are supposed to be a perfectionist at taking birth control, “same time everyday” my friend ash told me. whelp, might have sugar baby allen before we know it.