Okay so leaving the screen up with an entire page of writing on it, was not a good idea. Somehow my not-quite 2 year old managed to select the page and delete it, then started typing away. It's cute that she is trying to be like mommy but it is not cute that I lost everything I had wrote down. Plus, she has her own tablet (don't judge) just for that reason (it's not the first time I lost something due to her playing on my computer).
Brookie taking over my laptop at 5months old
SO after spending two days trying to get my blog on my website, not just linked to it, I realize it is two completely different websites and this format isn't going to show on my business website unless I post it on there daily. Now, I have been playing around with websites for years. I may be new to this whole blog thing but not to websites. I had created the subdomain from my domain, linked it to my site and to this, somehow messed up my google settings in process, then got up and walked away from it. Then it hit me. It took me hours and I mean hours to realize this and I felt like a complete idiot yesterday when the lightbulb finally went off. Like you dumbass, you know this. But yesterday was just one of those days. My brain was on something else. Moving back to the old farm. The place that I currently live is a 1971 mobile home. It's one of the properties that I used to manage under my previous employer, who is also one of my best friends (she is my daughter's Gigi, her "other" grandmother since she told me I was pregnant. And I broke down crying on Jackie's birthday saying I couldn't do this alone. Jackie responded with a smile on her face and laughter in her voice saying 'I'll be that baby'daddy' I was scared to death and she was so excited. Then she said it again and hugged me and I knew from that moment that Jackie and the baby would have a special kind of bond). I would be lost without Jackie...I am lost without Jackie.(*) Anyways, back to the mobile home I live in. It was worked out as part of my employment. Since I had first started working for Jackie back in 2016, the house itself was in pretty bad shape. As a matter of fact, when I moved here in 2019, I was living in my camper. It wasn't until after I was pregnant that I even brought up working on the house to make it liveable. I didn't want to raise my daughter in a camper and I told Jackie I wouldn't cost her anything, not even the materials, that I would pay for and do the work. I kept true to my word and she allowed me to do what I wanted with the place. This is me and my daughters first home. I worked my ass off on this place. Even after her son took over and let me go from my employment 4 months later. So yesterday, I finally told hom that I would be moving out in a couple of months. I never wanted anything from his mother except her friendship. Leaving here is going to be bittersweet, so much has changed. Yet another step forced but I'm beginning to accept it. Accepting the path that is being laid out in front of me.
