In my life your all in or all out. It's a lesson I had to learn and had I learned it earlier, I'd have saved myself a lot of heartbreak, time, and ruin. One I take seriously to protect myself, but use sparingly cause people come and go with a purpos...
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July 20th
As my alarm went off and honestly, I had enough energy to get up and not snooze, which is surprising for a birthday, but because today was a big day and I one there was going to be a lot of back and forth, I laid down for 2 more minutes before groaning and getting up.
Giving my back a good stretch, it actually popped, saving me a whole lot of soreness. Today very much might be my day.
I dragged all the way to bathroom, not even trying to resist the urge to look in the mirror to see if I've grown into the ripe age of 26. I am convinced I never feel my age until my birthday.
All of a sudden, all those eye bags, bad posture, my standing position, all that is visible. I swear on everything 16 was yesterday. And of course I've slept like one, my hair frizzy, bonnet nowhere to be found. Though my figure whole vine gives tired.
Hearing my phone ring, I sighed, realizing I was tired and needed those extra 9 minutes. Hearing the annoying ringing finally stop, I decided to clean my teeth, but before I got the toothpaste out, the phone rang again.
Sighing and answering on the third ring, I put the phone on speaker, sitting it on the counter, not saying a word.
As expected, a flood of screaming of the song happy birthday from multiple high and low pitched voices.
"Happy birthday baby." My mom exclaimed when the over the top song was complete, well both versions.
"Thank you." I told her before yawning, deciding to pick my clothes since brushing my teeth wasn't an options.
"It's yo day ol lady." Carter shouted, making me roll my eyes, knowing he could practically hear it through the phone.
"I am not old." I told him and myself, trying to convince myself I had more life to live.
"You're getting up there." He responded before snickering and slapping his knee.
"Now you know I like to be with each child on their birthday." My mom interrupted, ignoring our antics.
I always tell my mom I need some backup I this conversation, cause let someone even think of her age she'll immediately get to swinging.
"I know but we both have to work." I explained, trying to keep from saying what I was really thinking.
I love my mom but her coming over is always too big of a deal. Everything has to be spotless, everything in stock because she will do a thorough walk through and that is the very last thing I want on my birthday.
Not to mention, I've outgrown my apartment. If I get a house this year, I'll pay on it until I'm 51, and that's a long time. But it wouldn't be the smartest to start paying on a house when I haven't married or at the very least considered settling down. So why the hell would I buy a 5 bedroom with a playroom and a huge backyard and I ain't gon go in there.
