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Guilty As Charged

I can hear my alarm going off. I jump up and instantly almost fall to the floor. I have no clue why my right foot locks on me sometimes. Anyway, I’m anticipating heading into work today because It always seems as if we never have enough staff to cover the schedule. I already foresee me running around like a chicken with my head cut off today but hey, I’ll have to make the best of it. The time usually files once I start cracking jokes with my coworkers.
My first patient this morning is a two-year-old. This can go well or to hell in a hand basket in a matter of five seconds. I walk in the room with my big bright smile and sit on the green chair next to my patient. I acknowledge the parent and begin making small talk to get everyone comfortable. I place my hand out for my patient to give me a high five and to make a promise that he’s going to be a big boy for me while I clean his teeth. He smiles and nods his head yes and if he’d been speaking the English language for at least five years…

Whip It Baby

When was the last time you were in public and saw a bad ass little kid misbehaving?  When I see this happening, the first thing that comes to mind is “Oh no, he/she needs a beating!” If little Johnny can’t act right, all he need is one week at Breezy’s house and he’ll be fine. My son is 7 and he has his 7-year-old moments at times but, the one thing I can say is that he’s well behaved for the most part. His god-mother tells me all the time how she enjoys his company because he’s never a problem. My son and I have an understanding and with the way I was raised, I’ve made it my personal decision not to spank my child as a form of discipline.

For starters these are MY VIEWS AND I’M NOT TELLING ANYONE HOW TO RAISE THEIR CHILD. If you feel little Johnny is bad, then you spank his behind if you feel that will work for the both of you. As a child, my mother never spanked me. All my spankings came from my biological father and my aunt. Me personally, I believe that children become accustomed t…

Step Outside Your Comfort Zone

I told myself at the beginning of the year I'd make more time for myself. I wouldn’t say that I’ve completely mastered this just yet but hey I’m trying. I often look at other mothers my age usually through dreaded social media and wonder how in the heck they live the way they do. Vacations here, shopping there, new this, new that etc.  Before you even say it…I already know  people only post on social media what they want the world to know. I’ve sat down and thought to myself like ummm sis, what are you doing wrong?
I’d love nothing more than to take a trip to Jamaica. That’s always been my dream vacation spot. When I look at the bank account it says boo drive down to Folly Beach and let your wig blow in the wind. I’d one day like to take my son to Disney. I know people that's gone like 3-4 times already at his age! Reality is, we have a better chance getting to Disney then me spending money on myself to get to Jamaica.
I could make up a thousand reasons why now isn’t the rig…

Boiling Water

There’s been plenty of times I’ve found myself cooking after a long day of work when I’d rather just order some take out. It always seems like when I’m in a time crunch to get dinner done…it takes forever to finish! For example, spaghetti or any type of pasta is always a quick “go to” meal for my son and I. It doesn’t take long to finish the meal at all. However, when you’re constantly watching the pot, the water never boils. The minute you walk away and take your mind off it is when the magic seems to happen.I find this scenario to be true in my dating life as well.
Why is it that I put all this time into people, do the hard work, get them to a good spot only to walk away and they start to boil? After all, I’m the one who knew what the temperature should be. I’m the one who added the right amount of water to the pot, I’m even the one who turned the damn stove on. It irritates me so much to date someone and put all this time into them only for us to split and they get everything the…