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A’Janaya Started School And We Didn’t Cry

16 Aug

I am still tired out of my wits. I could not go to sleep last night. I was up watching movies. The Last House On The Left was good, but disturbing, I washed dishes, cleaned the stove top, and swept the kitchen. After that I attempted to watch yet another movie. I guess I was so excited about A’Janaya starting school today. It was almost like I was going to school.

I fell asleep around 3:44 that was the last time I remember seeing on the clock. When the alarm went off at 6, I could barely open my eyes. I said, “A’Janaya get up, its time to get ready for school”. She got up after I said this a few times. But once she got up it was still dark outside and she said, “Mama it’s not good morning, it’s not time for school yet”. I thought that was so funny.

I fixed her a bowl of cereal, so she wouldn’t be hungry when she got to school. Now I’m wondering how she did on the bus ride? I hope she didn’t use the bathroom on herself, I asked her before the bus came and she said, “no I don’t have to go”. She is potty trained but every time you go somewhere she has to go to the bathroom! I guess I am worrying because I am a mom. And not just any mom. I am A’Janaya’s mom!

Yesterday I thought very hard of any and everything that she needed in her book bag. I didn’t want to forget anything. I was unaware that you could have brought your child’s school supplys to open house, but that was kind of common sense, even though I didn’t take them. So therefore her book bag was kind of heavy, she almost tipped over! In between trying to get A’Janaya ready and prepped for school today I was dealing with a whiney 2 year old who wasn’t mine, yesterday. I had Bri the weekend too. She is a sweet heart though, I love Bri as if she were A’Janaya. I had to give A’Janaya a bath so I could wash her hair. This is called killing two birds with one stone. I am a licensed cosmetologist, but I HATE doing A’Janaya’s hair! I don’t put any chemicals in it. No relaxers in her hair, but I am so tempted now that I have to do her hair every week. But I am going to stand my ground. But the process that I have to go through is painful! I have to take her old hair style out, wash her hair, plat her hair immediately; or it will nap up and be undoable untill I wash it again, take the plats out one by one and blow dry then, flat iron, then style however. She has gotten better during all of this. She doesn’t cry anymore. But yesterday I got very frustrated while putting beads on the braids. Her father and I had previously talked about me doing her hair once a week on the weekends. I would do one color and pick outfits for the whole week to match accordingly. But oh no, he didn’t want her to wear flip flops the first day or an outfit from Wal-Mart. He was “trippin”. At first I had blue, white, and clear beads on her hair, then blue, clear and black, finally we settled on black and clear. AJ was so happy that I listened to him! But I was frustrated as hell. I told him he needs to learn to braid her hair or something.

In spite of me playing switch-a-roo with her beads I couldn’t be happier! A’Janaya started school today and she didn’t cry, nor did I. Of course AJ wasn’t gonna cry. All he kept saying when I said I was gonna cry is, “It’s not like you didn’t know this day was coming”. He sounds like the toy off of Toy Story 3. I consider A’Janaya starting school as a mile stone something like walking for the first time. And the first day of school is a mile stone. She will never start school for the first time ever again. I just can’t help but smile, oh and wait for the bus this afternoon. I can’t wait to hear about her day!!! I’m sure there will be lots to tell. Untill then our dog Baby Girl is walking around looking so sad. All she can do is lick her paws, she misses A’Janaya just as much as we do! Even thought AJ won’t admit it. He’s such as man!

Are There Crack Heads Among Us?

30 Jul

Okay I have been thinking and wondering when did it become cool for people to use crack? Especially young people. I ask these questions because I thought I could tell if a person was on crack or not. I have some in my family, so I thought I knew. Boy was I wrong.

There was this boy who use to hang with my boyfriend. He was always over our house, he stayed at our house from time to time, ate dinner with us, anything that we needed and he could help out with it, he did. He was a really cool person. He was young, but cool. He wasn’t even 18 yet. Anyway we had a car in our yard that was my boyfriends cousins. The battery was dead. But some how his stero equiptment came up missing from his trunk. We didn’t know who did it, but we knew that it had to be someone who knew us. Whoever it was had to know enough about us to know that you had to jump the car in order to pop the trunk. As well as be comfortable enough to come in our yard and not be scared of our pit bulls. My boyfriend and his cousin asked the guy and he said “hell naw I wouldn’t steal from yall”. So whatever we had no proof and a lot of people don’t like my boyfriends cousin. And there were a lot of other people who could have stolen his stuff.

Move foward a few meeks to a month this particular person didn’t come around as much as he use to. He started to ask for money like clock work. Could he borrow money, did I have anything on my debit card, ect. The last time that he came he asked me for some money, I told him I didn’t have any. Then he asked me about my debit card that I had just got that very day. I told him I didn’t have anything on the card. The next morning I woke up my card is missing out of my wallet along with $2.00. I asked my boyfriend had this “person” been by and he said earlier that morning. This was not unusual because he was always over, any time day or night. My boyfriend and I find out the next week that he had been arrested for breaking and entering in another county and he had been smoking crack that whole week prior. Talk about a shocker, we had no clue. But heind seight is always 20/20. We thought about it and did notice that he was acting strange that whole week. He went from always being over to only comming over to ask for money. And to steal my debit card and $2.00. Even though he stole from us, I feel so bad for him, he is such a good person, and he is so young. How could someone that young be on crack? It boggles my mind. But this situation makes me wonder, are there other crack heads among us that I don’t know about?