Peckerwood Manor

  My homegirl is in town, and Oy have we behaved like 19-year-olds. 

 

 

 

 

  It has been a week full of love, friends, family, my team and new acquaintances. 

 

  The old adage that when it rains, it pours; I have a lot of work coming up, which means some travel and consulting. And then a slow down for the holidays, but that means Holiday parties. I am a champion eye roller so some expectations just make me roll my eyes. Sure! 

  I was jumping like an Olympian all week. I achieved it without missing a step.  The family lived on takeout or at in-laws' house. So, steps have been missed.  Thank you for your support and those that prop me up sometimes. It is not easy for me to admit when I am intimidated by a project, but this one is a career maker, so it meant a lot. I have a standing desk, so I was roaming while working with a parade of pets behind me. If you work from home, try a standing desk and wireless noiseless headphones with a mic. My brother hooked us all on this, and he actually laps his entire house while working. I couldn't lap my house because of too many stairs, but that first floor was like an entire office. I could watch the baby play and even feed her. She's not fussy, so it was fine some days. Highly recommend. 

 

 

 

  My oldest son broke up with his little girlfriend, and her mother called me, telling me how upset her daughter was. They are children. They ain't walking down the aisle. Poor girl, but what am I supposed to do? Strong arm him? It may sound callous, but Team My Son. He already told me anyway. 

  I had a great week. The Mean Girls/Heathers/Mummy Mafia are putting together a parent Talent Show to raise money for the Scholarship Fund, and they purposely tried to leave my friends and me out. But they got called out and stopped, and I am on a committee. I know it sounds stupid but I like helping the school and the Scholarship Fund is a great cause. It helps diversify the school which I love. 

I got paid! Those fools finally paid me. They had a million excuses and wanted me to do more work for them; no way. I am not going to condone or reward them. They took up too much of my time. So I got paid and Adios to them after I finish it.

  I got Mommy shamed, y'all! The Mummy Mafia in my neck of the woods are horrible snobs and fawn all over my husband but treat me like some floozy, and one, in particular, tries to leave me out. I have done nothing but be nice to them. They think I am a gold digger. It is like they are talking about someone else because their claims are wrong.  They are all white. Outside of their group is an Asian from India and 3 Africans who leave me out because they hang with each other. Only the Asian mom is nice to me, so I am hoping for a new friend. It used to hurt my feelings it brought me back to living in the Deep South.  The most difficult part of being biracial and multi-ethnic is that some people try to make me feel like I am an outsider. I am fetishized, objectified, or in some no man's land. It is partially why my sibs and I have a lot of ethnic friends or spouses; I am the only one who married someone white. Luckily they are inclusive with my kids, and the academics and staff a

 

 

  Still on holiday under the Big Sky. How was your week?