Things I would Post if I had a Finsta

•  I have decided to start making two breakfasts every morning.  It's more work, but it's worth it.  I've realized I no longer really know how to feed myself, just make elaborate feel-better meals and eat the leftovers from what I made my kid.  And I guess it's time to start feeding myself again.
  
• My kid is low key spoiled.  Every morning I get up early and make him a lovely balanced breakfast and leave it by his bed before I shower and get dressed for work.  It's an example of the little things I do to try to make him feel special and cared for, and it makes my morning a bit easier.  If I had more than one kid, I might not be able to do these things with the same level of care and thought, and while I am sure it would be fine, it would bum me out.  My son's father chose addiction over being his parent, so I need him to know every day that I am still here, consistently picking him.  Hopefully that at least gives him the chance of blaming his dad instead of himself.
• There will always be a part of me that wants a big house filled with lots of loud, laughing kids.  Desperately.  The other day my son ran off with some other children, and I waved the parents off to go corral the mini posse, and it gave me joy to laugh and play children of all different ages and stages.  That doesn't mean I will ever change my mind about my decision to only have one child.  It just means that somewhere, out in the multiverse, there's a different me with that life, and she is so, so happy.  But every once in a while she sits along with just one baby and thinks of what that would be like, or gets a night alone and wishes she had more opportunities for that.
• If you don't get the vaccine, or choose to ignore climate science or other generally accepted science, you should have to give up other technological advancements, too.  No more antibiotics for you, no more iPhone.  No more fancy fermented kombucha.  Go live with the Amish (who *are* getting vaccinated!) if that's how you want to live your life.
  
• My man.  Running off to appease my child at the second cry of "mommy",  he came back undaunted a minute later when he couldn't solve it on his own.  "Pacifier?  He can't see you, but what should I do?"  That's the biggest everything energy.  I know I can't do it all, but help me take it of you plate with out fucking things up for kiddo too much.  That's a real man.   That's some mother's day shit.  Leaving the fully packed pipe as he left didn't hurt.
• Several times a week I can't find my keys/cellphone/glasses/other essential item because my purse has too many tiny trucks and snacks in it.
• I have an idea for a game.  I'd call it "Kid, Dog, or Lover" and it would be people saying different things with the phrase "big boy" in it, and you have to guess if hte preson is talking to a kid, a dog, or a lover.