Mommy’s Random Thoughts

(7:57 AM Mon.) I was bored so I decided to take a personality test/quiz thing. I ended up getting a INFP-A (which is called an aggressive mediator). I don't know if all of it exactly sounds like me? But what I read from the introduction to that personality type alone sounds a LOT like me XD (I only read the introduction...I don't wanna read the rest. It's too much! Lol). There were a couple parts where I felt like it is flipped around for me. Cause...I don't know if I'm "quiet" or "unassuming", maybe the unassuming part...but I am NOT a quiet person lol, I grew up in a family of 8 so of course I'm loud. But, for the most part, pretty accurate to me I think! https://www.16personalities.com/infp-personality

(4:44 PM Thu.) Baby brother came upstairs to my room to lie down on my lap and vent/talk about how sad he feels. Today our parents finally took a stray dog he found outside and took care of for a week to the vet/shelter or whatever it is, he's always wanted a dog and the half pitbull-terrier mix was a really good dog too. She was well behaved and trained, quiet for a dog and very friendly, and she loved our baby brother and eldest brother. Sadly cause our house we're still in temporarily doesn't allow pets, we had to drop her off at some point. We weren't even supposed to have her here in the first place (he named the dog Scarlett), but our parents felt bad for the dog and bought food for her while they allowed her to stay. But alas, our mom had to finally take her away today and our baby brother cried while saying goodbye, he came to me to share his woes, put my hand over his face to block the light, and quickly fell to sleep lying on my lap. I wish I had the money...I'd buy the dog from the neighbor who fosters dogs and is planning to foster Scarlett, maybe I'd even ask her to keep Scarlett in her house until we move and can take her with us. However, I did reassure my baby brother that this time with Scarlett was good training for when he gets his own dog, even if he can't keep Scarlett. He's so cute! ❤️

(5:52 PM Fri.) I would formerly like to send an apology out to every person I have...I wouldn't say made fun of, but questioned heavily on how/why you'd ever cry for an animal. This may sound like a joke, but I'm VERY serious, after having my own baby brother come crying to me about Scarlett (for those who don't know, she was a pitbull-terrier mix/stray he found and took care of for a week) it put things into perspective for me. While I still prefer humans over animals and think that human life is still more precious, I understand that an animal is still a living being with its own personality and quirks. You can still form bonds with them and I know for some people, their animals seem like their only true friend or comfort they can receive, and in some cases, are their protection from outside danger or any illnesses they might have. Edit: and it's not to say that I have NEVER knew that before, but I guess that it truly has sunk in for me now. So, even if I may still be a teensy bit baffled as to how or why someone could/would cry so hard over their pet/animal friend, I am beginning to understand it more now. Again, I apologize to every pet/animal person I questioned heavily about it, and all I can say now is: enjoy your animals while they are still here. I love you all. ❤️

Love is love, no matter the species. Lost my furry friend on Valentine's Day of this year. I went through a lot during the years I had her and she helped in ways that she'd have no way of understanding. I get it and the death of ANY loved one is difficult. Condolences.

(5:41 AM Mon.) What kind of sensor's do parents (in this case specifically moms) have towards their children? I remember when I was younger, my twin and I would try and be considerate of our mom as we knew she never got much sleep, we would wake up early in the morning (reeeeally early cause we were kids) and try to quietly get breakfast ourselves. This isn't just me being biased or delusional about things, my twin and I were genuinely quiet (surprisingly so) when we moved around the house, even despite the slightly squeaky door we had to open to get to the kitchen. But no matter how quiet we were (we would even go back downstairs to pour out cereal), our mom would start moving around upstairs and suddenly appear in the family room with the biggest grin on her face to greet us good morning. My twin and I would always look at each other like "really?" while she wasn't looking at us cause the whole point of staying quiet was for her so she could catch up on rest XD. But, we got over it and gave her her good morning kisses and hugs, and luckily now that we are grown she doesn't wake up as early when hearing us. And she still (as well as our beloved dad) receives her morning (actually afternoon as that's when we tend to wake up now lol) kisses. I can't wait for the day our mom and dad have an actual bed to sleep in, they deserve the best in life and a great bed they can actually get a peaceful good nights rest in, our mom especially deserves all the rest after waking up early to do school with us and cook our food. Not once have I ever heard our parents complain about not having a good bed or enough to eat...they always wanted us to have it all, but all their children want is for them to have it all, what a dilemma XD. I'm going to shut up now cause I'm getting emotional. But I love and adore and appreciate all my parents have done for us. ❤️

(8:31 PM Tue.) That story that I'm writing about the character with a loved one who gets dementia is now at 14,186 words. I know, you are probably thinking: 'why is it still going?' and 'why the crap are you still writing it?' And it's okay, I'd like to know the answers as well lol. Well, actually I do know the answer to that. I stated how I love adding in the filler stuff, and while what's happening in the story now no longer is really filler, it's a part of the plot, I just wrote (probably) 2,000+ words today alone about the main character and his children being distressed about the thought of what could happen. In my first post about the story I mentioned how it's supposed to be about the character being in denial (at first) about what was happening to their loved one...and I guess denial takes 14,186 words XD. I'm nowhere near done (somehow!). I still wish to write more about it, though I may do a time skip on certain parts to save myself some time lol (maybe?), I'm actually wondering if I should split up my supposed to be one shot to just two extremely long chapters instead? Or maybe I should just keep it an extremely long one shot? Idk yet, but I enjoy writing when I get to it (obviously) I never shut up.

Write more and don't commit to anything. Be open to making changes later on. Plus if it's something you ever want to publish, there's always editors that can help you make it more cohesive. The more you write, the better you get at it, the easier editing things yourself will get.

@wei_ying when I was writing I would get stuck at those parts too. You would have these really cool scenes that you want to get to but you gotta get through boring bridges to get there. Here's what my writing professor in college suggested to me. You can do one of two things: write the really interesting scene you want to get to first. Then you can either decide to just weave a time jump just covering the major stuff that happened up to that point at the front of the new scene, or you can just brainstorm for something else interesting that can happen in between the two plot points, like a sub-character going through some kind of crisis.

(10:24 PM Tue.) Your motivation of the day, provided by my baby brother: Him looking at me seriously: [insert my name here] "If I spit on a dollar, how much is it worth?" Me looking at him curiously/humorously: "It'd be worth a dollar." Him: "If I rip up a dollar, how much is it worth?" Me continuing to play along: "It'd still be worth a dollar." Him getting closer to my face with a growing smile on his lips: "But what about if I spit on it, throw it in mud, toss it in water, rip it up and don't see it as a dollar?"------------------Me now looking more interested as to where he's taking this: "Doesn't matter, it's still worth a dollar."------------------------Him pointing to me with a self-satisfied look: "Good. So if a dollar is still worth something despite what it's been through, how much do you think you're worth?"------------Me laughing in shock and looking at him amused/proud: "Where did you even get that from?"------------------------------------------------Remember that it doesn't matter what you've been through, bad or good or good and bad, you still have value whether or not you've been beaten down time and time again. YOU still have value, even when no one else (or you) can see it. ❤️