bunny did that

bunny. sf to seattle to tba.
fashion. mopeds. travel. food. fun.

In the last month I’ve worked a shit ton of hours, taken a quick trip to SF to see my beautiful friends and old work baby, gone to Portland with a dear love, worked a shit ton more hours, hung out with my super doofy adorable dog, said no to things I didn’t want to do, said sure fine whatever to stuff I didn’t want to do, said hell yea to thinks I wanted to do, seen Murder City Devils right in front like I’m fucking 15 or something instead of the bruised to shit 31 one year old that I am, and spent time with good friends, old and new. 

One of my work families needs me to work more hours and I said yes because they’re going through a divorce so I want to be as helpful as possible. Then the dad was like oh I’m going on vacation for 2 weeks next month so the mom will need more help, not knowing that the mom had already asked me to commit to working a few more hours a week on the regular. I already work 45 hours a week with two babies. Then I have a weekly babysitting night so that one set of parents can have a date night. It’s easy. She’s asleep. I get paid to watch my stories. So that puts me at 48/49 hours a week. Then with the new schedule I’d be working 51/52 hours a week but that particular mom is almost always late when I’m the one to take her kid home. I want to be helpful. But I’m feeling burnt the fuck out and that new schedule has only been in effect for a week. I was planning on just sucking it up for a bit to help out because like really what are they going to do? Find someone to work an hour a day? Not likely. I guess my main fear in saying no would be what if they are like fine we’ll find someone who can work the hours we need? Gaaaaaaaaah.

Someone just pay me to hang out on the beach with my friends and my dog and handsome dudes and/or lady babes or both. 

TLDR; someone pay me to have fun rather than work for a living I’m tired. 

I don’t care if Mike Brown was going to college soon. This should not matter. We should not have to prove Mike Brown was worthy of living. We should not have to account for the ways in which he is suitably respectable. We should not have to prove that his body did not deserve to be riddled with bullets. His community should not have to silence their anger so they won’t be accused of rioting, so they won’t become targets too.

Super excited to have a short week this week. I’m going to Portland for a wedding that I know zilch about. At first I was a little meh about being out of town this weekend but the more I think of it the more I’m like you know what Bunny that is probably the best idea possible. So put on a pretty dress and spend time with one of your favorites and have yourself a good time.

I’ll never punish my daughter for saying no.

The first time it comes out of her mouth, I’ll smile gleefully. As she repeats “No! No! No!” I’ll laugh, overjoyed. At a young age, she’ll have mastered a wonderful skill. A skill I’m still trying to learn. I know I’ll have to teach her that she has to eat her vegetables, and she has to take a nap. But “No” is not wrong. It is not disobedience.

1. She will know her feelings are valid.
2. She will know that when I no longer guide her, she still has a right to refuse.

The first time a boy pulls her hair after she says no, and the teacher tells her “boys will be boys,” we will go to her together, and explain that my daughter’s body is not a public amenity. That boy isn’t teasing her because he likes her, he is harassing her because it is allowed. I will not reinforce that opinion. If my son can understand that “no means no” so can everyone else’s.

3. She owes no one her silence, her time, or her cooperation.

The first time she tells a teacher, “No, that is wrong,” and proceeds to correct his public school, biased rhetoric, I’ll revel in the fact that she knows her history; that she knows our history. The first time she tells me “No” with the purpose and authority that each adult is entitled, I will stop. I will apologize. I will listen.

4. She is entitled to her feelings and her space. I, even a a parent, have no right to violate them.
5. No one has a right to violate them.

The first time my mother questions why I won’t make her kiss my great aunt at Christmas, I’ll explain that her space isn’t mine to control. That she gains nothing but self doubt when she is forced into unwanted affection. I’ll explain that “no” is a complete sentence. When the rest of my family questions why she is not made to wear a dress to our reunion dinner. I will explain that her expression is her own. It provides no growth to force her into unnecessary and unwanted situation.

6. She is entitled to her expression.

When my daughter leaves my home, and learns that the world is not as open, caring, and supportive as her mother, she will be prepared. She will know that she can return if she wishes, that the real world can wait. She will not want to. She will not need to. I will have prepared her, as much as I can, for a world that will try to push her down at every turn.

7. She is her own person. She is complete as she is.

I will never punish my daughter for saying no. I want “No” to be a familiar friend. I never want her to feel that she cannot say it. She will know how to call on “No” whenever it is needed, or wanted.

—Lessons I Will Teach, Because the World Will Not — Y.S. (via poetryinspiredbyyou)

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