Shrimp, Grits, N' Pimp Sh*t

I had been up this morning since around 3 AM since my little shorty had woke up and wanted something to eat. I fed him around 1:30, but putting him back down after a bottle is slightly difficult. The baby got gas, and bad. Never seen a baby fart out of anger, but it's the funniest thing I have ever seen! Once he finally did go back to sleep though, I was up so I just continued to watch my crime dramas, you know how I do. Rolled me a nice li'l piece and had a chill rest of my pre-morning until I drifted off to sleep, but I was back up again at three and been up since. Emelda almost scared the shit outta me when she walked through the door because Terrance had already left and went to work and I wasn't expecting him back until probably like sixish. Usually I'm sleep when she gets here and I wake up to the Spanish talk radio station and the smell of breakfast cooking, but today was different. She came in, asked me how I was doing and joked in broken English how sh...

She just sits there with this indignant ass smirk on her face. It makes me want to slap her. We had been going back and forth all week about whether or not I should go out of town with my friends because she "doesn't trust them". I could never understand how, seeing that all of my friends in the circle have at least one parent that has a position in our PTA. But that's always been my mom; never wanting me to do anything or go anywhere. "But you know Los and Nita's parents! All of y'all planned and hosted the End of Finals cook out last year!" "You know I don't allow you to go anywhere unless I've already spoken to them anyway, and you just sprang this up on me like you didn't have to get permission first." "But--" "The answer is no." I didn't even bother to say anything else because I don't like to argue with her. It drains me, diminishes my brain cells, and all-around makes me feel small. ...