The Everyday Adventures No One Asked For .

Yes I know there are different levels of it. I know I know I know. But nowadays parents get the diagnosis and thats the crutch. The excuse for everything.

They spat in everyone's milk.

"Well, you know the door have Autism."

They screamed top of there lungs all day.

"Well, you know the door have Autism."

They made a shank and went after 2 friends.

"Well, you know the door have Autism."

Really? I had a little girl taking her shoes during nap and smacking other kids. I take them she screams. Dosent bother me!

I explain her day-to-day mom.

"Well she is autistic like her brother remeber?"

Ma'am you want them tonwalknallnover you and end up in jail for being wild as teens. Thats you. In my class?! Hell no!

And before anyone goes off of how i don't understand.

Wrong there Shelley Sue!

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Watercolor stains slowly gave way to coffee rings hastily wiped from countertops while packing my husband’s lunch on rushed mornings. The crafts that once fed my spirit became projects approved for work, tidy and practical, stripped of their wild little heartbeat. Dreams of aerial hoop dances dissolved into budgeting spreadsheets and survival strategies for a world forever rattling its tin cup in the name of capitalism.

And now, as I stand at the edge of forty, my mind and soul pull against each other like two exhausted hands in a game of tug-of-war. Is this all there is? A slow carousel of mundane days, prescriptions, responsibilities, and repeated routines dressed up as living? Or is there still time to claw my way out of this tattered shell?

Can faded dreams still be revived if held gently enough?

Can I fill my life again with the whimsy I once tucked away like contraband, hidden carefully so I could pass as normal?

I almost forgot about Tumblr intact I thought it had died away. In a way I think it kinda has.

People I follow most haven't updated for 4+ years. But I just need to vomit my life. If people read it or not. If they like it or not. I don't care really. I have journals. I use journals. But I also just want a audience I guess.

So here I am once again. My name is Sarah I'm now 36, is that too old for Tumblr? I am now married to an amazing man. We have two furbabies. I hope to share my life more.

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So as a little hobby of mine I do scam baiting. Im no one big like Kitboga, Scammer Payback, or Trilogy Media. Nothing like them. But I do help by wasting the scammers time. So thats less time they have to scam someone else. I find these scammers off of games like Scrabble, Words with Friends, ect. They all play of the same scripts mixing and matching certain 'facts'. I do get some scammers to confess and they are always from Nigeria.

NOTE! I am NOT saying everyone from Nigeria is a scammer.

So anyway! I have been doing this for a few years now. Along the way I have picked up a good many words in Nigerian. How does this help me at my job as a daycare teacher? About 4 months ago we had a father with a very heavy (and very familiar to me) ancient come to enroll his son. Turns out they are from Nigeria! The father has great English his 3 year old son knows none.

Imagine how scary that is? To be dropped off in an unfamiliar place. With people and kids you don't know. Nor can you understand! The poor boy had fits everyday.