And no, not because I butcher it and have no business speaking it in the first place.
But it has been 10 years coming that I should let my ex just flounder his little ass off when it comes to his SELF IMPOSED language barrier.
You see, today Buzzy and Breezy and I went for our normal Monday breakfast with him. NORMALLY, I would have corrected anything he said wrong while speaking English (to help him as he once requested me to do) and interpret anything I knew the waitress wasn't understanding. I would then re-interpret anything he didn't understand that the waitress said into Spanish.
NOT TODAY MY
Instead, I focused on Breezy who was flirting with an elderly gentleman seated behind us and Buzzy who was intent on drawing Hwiper (Swiper) Duh (the) Fox. I will translate toddler-speak, just not Spanish. I thought he was gonna piss his pants when I didn't jump in to help him with his order like I would have over the past 10 years. I could see him in my peripheral vision, his eyes jumping back and forth between the waitress and me. I almost felt bad. BUT THEN I DIDN'T. He's a 34 year old man (almost 35) who insists on living in the United States. He has lived here (at some points legally and some points otherwise) for more than 15 years. THERE IS NO GOOD REASON HE SHOULDN'T SPEAK ENGLISH BETTER THAN HE DOES. NO REASON. And I refuse to be his enabler anymore. He will either learn it or he'll learn it, dammit. I am not his hired translator and refuse to do it anymore.
So, when the waitress brought his eggs without cheese because she didn't understand him and brought him only one side of toast (because he asked for two but once again she didn't understand him) and he eyed me the way he usually does when he wants me to fix something, I just shrugged and went back to extracting crayon from Breezy's mouth.
That felt good.
After breakfast we went to the mall (as per usual) and after two rides on the carousel we went to Sears where I tried on some clothes. I was going to try on more but Breezy started getting fussy due to a late nap time. Here are some clothes I did try on and managed to get photos of.
This was the first shirt I tried on. Size Large. Not 1x. LARGE. Granted it was a bit tight and I wouldn't wear it in public (yet) but I'm getting there. Before a size large would have rolled up under my boobies and cut off the circulation on my upper arms. So... success!
This is the same shirt in the size I would have worn 50lbs ago. 3x. Um... yeah, the picture speaks for itself but uh, wow.
This shirt was a size 1x. I liked it a lot. Notice my Breezy is bulldozing my calves. She has such a way of showing her mama love.
This was my original size 2x shirt and 2x camisole but wearing gray cargo pants. These pants actually made me really mad. Size 20 didn't come even up over my hips. Size 22 was TIIIIIIIGHT
Same size 24 cargo pants. I really liked them but the size pissed me off so they were a no go.
Actually, I didn't buy anything I tried on. Not sure why. Guess, I just wasn't feelin it.
AND TO LEAVE YOU WITH A SMILE (Hopefully) 3 PHOTOS. 1 OF MY BEAUTIFUL BUZZY. 1 OF MY BREEZY (and my mom) WHO WILL BE 1 IN 2 WEEKS. & 1 OF BABY BOSS BINKY BONG ROCKIN HER SHADES (and Mama Spits). Questions about 'BABY BOSS BINKY BONG' (and Mama Spits)? Click HERE.
NANA AND BREEZY INTENT ON UM, SPONGEBOB? DORA? NOT SURE.
THAT'S BABY BOSS BINKY BONG TO YA'LLS