I'm not being negative, right?

So, we're in February now (Obviously. Anyone with a calendar or smartphone knows that.) and I haven't had any great motivation to write. Well, it's not even about the motivation anymore really, it's just been about being a procrastinator. I've started the "two jobs" stage of my early twenties and quite frankly, the only thing bugging is waking up at 4 or 5 a.m. It's not like I haven't done before for school or anything its just, momma likes her sleep. Catch my drift?

But, the biggest bug in my mind is probably my mom's trip to Honduras. Now, it's not her first time on a plane or anything it's just all those tragic news reports about failing and missing planes. I literally fear for her safety and my brothers' since they're both going...

I'm going to miss her like crazy and hopefully I can handle my siblings, my dogs,  and work while she's gone. It's nothing to complain about really. I mean she DOES need her vacation away from us crazy annoying kids of hers.


I just hope she comes back safely.


Well, that's all that's been mind boggling me.

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