I Love my life

Today is my birthday. It’s also Earth Day. The only thing that I enjoy about my birthday is the amazing meteor shower I get to that happens each year. That’s it. I don’t like celebrating, I don’t like it. This year has been the worse one yet— even worse than my 20th when my dad had his massive heart attack. I’ve never had a good one as long as I can remember. That doesn’t matter much, it’s just another day. Really. It is. I just expected more this year. That’s my fault. I’ve never cried so much on my bday. Fuck it. I don’t even know why I care. 

I did get a mani/pedi from my best friend Brittany. That was really sweet. I tried to fight that one off, but she wouldn’t let me. I do love my neon green nails. :)

So, I suck at keeping up with this. :/ I’ll do better.

And meant it! Her Granny (Brandon’s mom) was babysitting her. She was fussy and Granny stood her up on her lap and said “Well, just what is it that you want?” and Piper pouted her lip and replied “MOMMA!” She responded and actually meant me. She loves me and missed me. :)

I mean that in more than one ways. UPDATE:

Piper is on her sleeping schedule. YES. I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF!

I had my first drink in over a year on 12.10. Actually, I had 3 and boy were they fucking strong. I was wayyy hungover and missed Brittany’s Christmas Party. :( But yummm for a good night!

It’s hard for me to find time to blog. I’m going to do better at that. Also, I feel better about me. Fuck anyone who makes me feel differently.

Piper has been a night baby ever since she was in utero. Sleep all day, up all night, usually the same schedule as us. She has been going to bed at 6-8am and waking at 3pm every day for a long time now. Her dad works 3:30pm-2am and I assume she keeps her schedule just to see him. I’ve tried and tried to switch her. I thought I has success today, she slept 11p-7:30a but then napped from 9:20-2p. Am I just screwed? Help me someone. I don’t know what to do.

Last night, Piper said “mama, dada and ba.” We’ve been trying to get her to say butthole. There’s a relative who’s name that will be and we thought it was cute trying to urge her to say aunt/uncle/grandpa/etc butthole. Well, it’s not cute anymore haha. I didn’t think she’d actually say it and it’s not like we say it all the time. I honestly don’t remember the last time we said it. We definently won’t be saying it again!