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Fall   Fall is coming, I know everyone is like you gotta wait until September 22nd or whereabouts but to me. It starts on September 1st, the last four months of the year are my favorite time.    Back then kids did not go back to school until after Labor day. I wished that was still a thing. I would love my son to experience it.  It's like now days kids gets only 2 months of summer and longer school year.    Times have truly changed. I know I do like to decorate, watch cozy movies this time of the year, bake, cuddle up and just hibernate until Spring.     It's the most colorful time of the year too. With the trees changing, the smells in the air it's nice.  I do miss the days where I used to live. It would get cooler faster. Now living near the gulf. I have to wait. Maybe one day I will be able to move out of here into the mountains again. I love the beach but I do love cooler weather more.

  You know what I find weird? How school has changed. I was a lackey kid growing up. I came home after the bus dropped us off. We got the mail, went inside locked the door behind us. We didn't have an after school program. We looked after ourselves. I started around 7 or 8 my sister is a year older than me. So you do the math.  We came home did what little homework we had got out of our school clothes changed into play clothes. We made a snack then before we knew mom and dad were home. We would do chores too as well. Honestly it was a simpler time. It was a time I wished I could go back too.  After my son has been in school now since Kindergarten. It's been go go go. It's just weird. I know he is growing up. He started an after school program this year because I work from home. I didn't want him to be stuck in his room and its good for his social skills. He is a smart boy. I think its nice.  I just find it strange how once we came home vs now how kids come home. They ei

  I am not sure where to start this but here we go.  Her name is Angie, we met on LiveJournal in 2005. Our friendship started out rough but in the end she became one my of best friends. Yes, I never got to meet her in person but this gal. I am not good with words.  No matter what we are going through. She has my back. I have hers. She is been my friend for a long time. It's been crazy how long we have known each other.  Lately we have been gabbing a lot. It's been nice. It's nice because I can sit down and talk to her and she listens and I listen to her. We both give each other great encouragement.  Her name is Angie.

  Being a boy mom, I am not sure how other boy moms are but being a boy mom to my son is adventurous, finding little creations all over the place, toys, talking about Gundam, talking about cars, talking about kitties, he loves his kitties, talking about going on road trips to the beach.  My son is a story teller. He will tell one story on a single objective. It will have a beginning, a middle and ending. He is a brilliant child. I am a boy mom. We hang out and play. He does his own thing when he just wants to.  How is like being a boy mom to other boy moms? I would like to know. Comment if you like. 

I am not sure where I can start this blog post because its always been hard for me to express myself because I end up crying a lot but... I had the best mom in the world. I had a mother that was a mother and wanted nothing but the best for me. I had a mother who treated me well and yes just like all relationships I never understood her until I became a mother. I really want to be like her sometimes I feel like I fail in the short in. Or maybe I try to hard and end up failing.    My mom always made me feel really pretty. I haven't felt pretty since her death. When your parent dies a large part of you dies along with. I think about her daily. Like I have moments when I am sitting here and I just start crying. I cry because I felt I never had enough time for her.  This is my mom in her element. She was a beautician from 1968 until upon her death. She went beauty school not long after her and my dad married. She had many shops in her life time. All of them where it was like stepping in

  See this little guy here? Well he made me a mom 8 years ago. I went into being a mom with blind eye. You see when he was born my mom passed away. So I had help here and there. I didn't know what I was doing. I had some advice from all over. I just figured it out on my own. I tried my best. 8 years later and I am still figuring it out. I try my best to be the best mom but in the long run. He always comes up to me and tells me I am good mommy and he is glad I am his mom. So that just makes everything better. It makes a world of difference. I am still working on being more organized but with someone who has ADHD and other mental health problems. It gets rough sometimes.  A little backstory. Welcome to Mommy with a Side of Wife.