Mama Bear Wears the Pants

In case you were wondering, the full moon cycle is about to start and it’ll reach its peak at 5:45am CT on May 7th.

Thank you, Moon Phase app.

What does that mean? Charge your crystals in the moonlight in order to clean them from all the energetic gunk they’ve been absorbing and be prepared for chaos.

I don’t care what anyone says. I’ve worked in healthcare for six-ish years.

Shit gets weird.

Although, this year has been strange enough with COVID and murder hornets readying themselves to conquer the US. Heh. I just imagined them in tiny little murder hornet sized helmets.

Ooo! Or maybe they prefer to dress like the Romans- taking over the world in itty bitty togas.

They don’t seem so murderous now.

But please, universe, one thing at a time. Those of us with mental health issues can only juggle so much. Especially when they have days like today when they wake up feeling incredibly…existential.

Although, I’d say it was probably more depression, as opposed to another existential crisis. OR MAYBE IT WAS BOTH.

Anyway, Dad took me with him this afternoon to check on something in someone’s pasture and we were discussing weather on the drive there (I didn’t know we had an actual destination until he told me after we arrived in the way he tells people things round aboutly that it was intended to be a surprise).

This talk of checking the weather led to me telling him the part in the Berenstain Bears “Too Much TV” where Mama Bear isn’t having it. Papa Bear was all, “BUT HOW WILL I KNOW WHAT THE WEATHER IS?!” because Mama Bear was grounding his ass from the tv, too.

She told him, “Go outside”.

As I was reciting all of this, I started to tear up. That moment confirmed I’m wading in choppy water.

But it’s okay! I’m feeling all my feelings or the occasional lack there of. Finished Samantha Irby’s latest book (can we be friends?!). Ate two cheese stuffed breadsticks from Schwan’s during supper. And will watch some more episodes of “Hollywood” on the Netflix.

ANDDDDD Jenny Larson revealed this month’s bookclub book this afternoon!

14 year old Amber never would have guessed she’d become a woman who frets over houseplants, grows flowers in the yard, loves to eat warm scones with her morning tea for breakfast, and gets excited about monthly bookclub selections.

But that’s because 14 year old Amber hadn’t truly lived yet. 37 year old Amber certainly has. And she’s enjoying a much simpler, yet more exciting and fulfilling life.

I mean, what do teenagers know, anyway (GET OFF MY LAWN)?! I’m almost 40 and feel like there is still so much out there to learn.

Fortunately, I’ve picked a few things up along the way. Like how to use the oven to bake scones from Schwan’s, which I plan to do tomorrow morning. It’s been awhile since we’ve had any.

What a morning it will be.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

Kansas Native. Knitter. Amateur photographer. Lover of love, plants, and all things introverted. Oh, and I’m a Leo!

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