Reverse Adulthood

The Wonderful Wonders of Joining ParentHood's Fleet. It's the most incredible challenge that life has to offer to everyone. OMG, I'm very new at this, as evidenced by the first child. Is this really how babies behave? Wow! Was this something I did as a kid? Finally, OMG, go to sleep immediately, you're full, your diaper has been changed, what are you waiting for? shrieking in agony of parent exhaustion from the fresh-from-the-hospital little bundle of Joy Then you pause for a moment. I can't wait for you to be able to move on your own. I couldn't wait for my little one to start moving. Seeing her achieve her goals. After all, at the time, my daughter was my only child. Then, around 6 months later, kid number two arrives, and wow, we're back at square one. Check out this,My children are now Irish twins. Isn't it true that I'm still a teenager? I can't possibly be losing out on so much in the world. How could I have been so incorrect if I didn't know how I was going to pull it off as a new parent? When I eventually searched after the pure freedom I had before children, the old adage "you made your bed, now lie in it" never felt so true. Lockdown is approaching like a Wizard of Oz-style storm that appears out of nowhere. Despite this, I'm only 22 years old, ready to turn 23. My 21st year was cut short when I fell pregnant four months after my birthday. The fact that I had a bun in the oven, as they say, but to be in the same position with another youngster told me that life as an adult was going to be boring. All of the things I wanted to do as a young woman in her early twenties were gone. So, what's next? Marriage, of course. OMG, what a blunder in my case, life is now flowing at an unusually quick pace, like hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on I recently turned 18 years old. My high school memories were still fresh in my mind. I hadn't been to many clubs or had any crazy super drunk occasions with my buddies in a long time. I was enjoying the idea that my battles and I continued to do crazy things together when drinking. It's not the ordinary ordeal that everyone else has. No, it's more like Hey, let's get drunk at the lake while still on a military base, slowly turning to wait, we have a problem here guys, what's his name don't have his Military ID, someone in the group came up with the easy plan of least resistance, quickly put him in the trunk, and the rest was history.We all scream, "Yea, put them in the trunk!" We'll eventually discover the ID, or you can just go get a new one, no problem! Except for the issue of who is the least inebriated to drive, hahaha! Drunk driving is not encouraged but Someone sober was kind enough to assist us because we were still newbies (well, 2 out of 5 of us were). That's me and the guy who misplaced his ID. Those were the good old days, but today I'm not so sure.I'm a new mother, a new wife, and I've just left the military. Oh, my goodness, what a great start Right?! Mr. double the diapers and snip snip or I'll knot them. Will ya, Doc, tie these rascals up? The baby train has finally come to an end for us. That is what I believed. What we're having right now is a mystery to us. During the visit that I had hastily paid for to find out my baby's gender, the Doctor verified it. I was hoping for a Boy to say something along the lines of, "OK, I got my girl and I got my Boy, now I'm done." Years later, a third little entered my life. However, my second child was a girl But Her birth I swear, was lightning fast. All I remember is waking up after a nap and thinking about eating a lot of food in honor of the holidayThis is my second Mother's Day. I walked to the restroom and saw this mucous stuff come out, and then the agony started. I thought it was going to pass out, but it didn't, and while I was going through a really bad marriage and dealing with the fact that the spouse at the time was really not whom I wanted to be with, I couldn't even lay down on my Step Mother's bed at the time, or ever, because there seemed to be a smell of whatever the Bleep was all over the bedding. Not only was I in labor, but it was most certainly active labor, and I couldn't help but try not to puke up my child as much as possible due to the foul odor. I was getting to the point where I was going to be the first Human woman to give birth through her throat.Yes it was that awful, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha However, I made it to the car and was immediately sent to the hospital. On my way to the hospital since things were so awful in my life, I was driving without insurance and hadn't made a car payment due to a variety of issues. It wasn't like I couldn't get it straight. When I informed them how far I was during my pregnancy when I arrived at the hospital, the person who pushed me into the wheelchair brushed me off, saying, "OK, 36 weeks pregnant, you'll be fine." This baby is ready to come out at any time, I told the lady. I was completely correct! After setting up the room with the doctor and getting insurance information, it was about 10 minutes later. It was excruciatingly painful. Guy's Mother's Day in 2016 had arrived. Baby Girl Number 2 was approaching.The doctor smiles and says, "OK, baby really wants to come out," as I attempt to retain my cool and refrain from cursing and pushing without permission. The doctor then tells me to start pushing from where I'm lying. I smile as I glance at the Doctor. After that, the doctor says, "Let's arrange your legs for good posture." Still, I'm thinking, "OK, just get this baby out of me." So, after the proper reset, push 1 again, then set 2 of the reset. Then, almost out of nowhere, a loud shout and a sigh of relief erupted. I swear, men have no idea how great it feels to have a baby that has been waiting for you for 9 or 10 months. It's incredibly energizing. Then there's the afterbirth and the discomfort.After I had my daughter, I continued to have problems. Because I had recently discharged from the military, Insurance was fully covered, yet they forgot to properly bill me, and worse, the hospital misplaced my only pair of shoes at the moment. Yes, I had the Jay's in all black. I'm not going to lie the Jays were some beat up Jays, but they were still Jays. My shoes were misplaced by the hospital, and I was overcharged. By the time check out arrived, I had no shoes on and my kid was so tiny that she was my little bitty baby doll. She was extremely attractive to me when she first appeared, and she is still my spunky 5-year-old in kindergarten. She was a carbon copy of myself. My firstborn daughter was a carbon clone of her father. She was my firstborn, but her father's second. After a while, my children hit the age where they needed diapers pull like. I divorced their father after leaving him. Early marriage was the worst decision I ever made as a young adult. 1# When it came to money, the girl's father was a horrible. I had no idea their credit was that bad, and I had no idea my credit was so bad as well. Whatever I did, it didn't seem to make a difference. Rather, I did it for me, not to mention the fact that I was in some serious financial trouble, if you catch my drift. My children, Mia and Khalia, and I were the only ones left when I went away. Divorcing their father was the best action I could have made. I thought I'd made a wise decision until heartbreak struck. I was enrolled in an Information Technology.MYCOMPUTERCAREER was a life-changing college for me. I learned a lot of valuable skills that I now use as a successful adult in the software business. So, after the horrible marriage, I regained my self-esteem, my credit was improving, and I was laughing and smiling again. Despite the fact that I have children, I like to hang out. I'm not going to lie, my Mom had my back when it came to helping me through school and being a grandmother hehehe, but everything turned out fine. I have the ideal Single Hot Mom pad (just kidding about the hot but single mom pad). The children had a variety of toys, snacks, meals, juice, and televisions to choose from. I had a good time with the ladies. Until one day, I was infected with the LoveBug, and baby number three arrived. Isn't it time to return to the dark ages? No, I curved that so hard that they should've put my name on a contract I curved that so hard that they should've signed me to an MLB team where my sole purpose was to swipe a home run every chance I got. The battle did not begin until after the breakup. It was been two years later. How ironic could it be that the breakup came after Covid? It was as if I was still here. I'm back to being single with no genuine person with me after I've rebuilt myself. Wait, I now have three children. Two are walking and talking to a Wonderful little Boy who is not yet doing either. I was thinking to myself that I should've gone for the I've got kids at home, oh hell no type gal, but I didn't. Plus, situations was ironic that I was pregnant by my next-door neighbor, whose graduation I attended while pregnant with my second child? Whose father attended the graduation at the time too, (small world), as well as the fact that I was married too at that time.My sister's High School Graduation was where we were. My mother, our oldest sister, and I had all graduated from the same school. My sister's graduation was a few years ago. My class was responsible for the graduation gowns like aluminum corn cobbs. Yes, Eastern Wayne High School's Golden Standard Class of 2011 Nonetheless, life returned to normal after the separation. For a day, I was in jail for something I didn't commit or had no involvement in. I won the case, and some knucklehead tried to have my kids taken away from me because I broke up with their son, who was doing nothing but trying to knock me down from my current position. I won the case and was able to reclaim my son from the insane individuals, and now I'm in a good place. It's a much better place to be in life. In the middle of nowhere The Girl's father appears out of nowhere, grabbing his girls and exclaiming, "Wow, it's been years since the divorce and the Covid Pandemic." I didn't want to get into any arguments with the kids' father, so it turned out he was ready to be a father and do his part, and he praised me for being a single parent of three. He was aware that I had gone on with another man and that I had a child. He had no idea if I had a boy or a girl from what he had seen. But, in the end, I was able to have my son. I'd wished for a son for a long time, and now I had one. In my family of girls, my kid is the first male heir. My mother was the mother of three daughters. I'm the second of three daughters.Plus, I'm the only one that has the family's Grands. How did I reclaim my life as an adult? Well, three children became one. In terms of my personal life, I'm in a good place. My new boyfriend stepped in to help me with all three of my children, and now I'm free to concentrate on a variety of tasks and really promote my luxury shoe company, OUTLANDISHVP LLC. You can check out my shoes for yourself when you copy and paste this link below.https://bit.ly/3p0dKMX