Just got home from Thanksgiving dinner at moms house. Holidays can be 1 of 2 things. Either really stressful or just the happiest time of the year. I think last year was one of the first years that I experienced stress. It was no fun at all. And then sometimes you think to yourself, "Was I adopted? How am I related to any of these people?" The differences that you and your family members share are sooooo different, but yet they are your blood. Its a little nuts to me. Like other families across the world, mine is split. My parents aren't together, so it splits the day in half and becomes a stress in its own. I actually prefer to just stay home with my lil ones, but I want the children to be around family.
I may be just venting. But I thought where else can I talk about it other than to a bunch of strangers and/or a bunch of reader who could possibly see where I'm coming from.
Nonetheless, I love my family. But I love that I have my very own sometimes and I like to do my own thing...
PEACE LOVE AND LIPGLOSS