Lately, everything reminds me of shit I don't want to be reminded of. Kindergarten registration, playdates, birthday parties, christmas concerts and all that other 'good stuff' is punching me right in the feels. I want to worry about my growing line of credit or my growing ass, but instead I perseverate like a motherfucker about the stuff that I can't change. I'm only asking for a short reprieve; a rest from the constant guilt, shame, worry and anger that consumes me. So, Cinnamon, for Christ's Sake, cinnamon; because cinnamon is my safe word.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
I've been a tad overwhelmed with teaching Kindergarten during a pandemic (masks and all) butttttttt, I have not forgotten my sweet patr https://www.patreon.com/sunnyandsinclair
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)