The “R” word

I don’t know what you might be think the “R” stands for. Rights? Romance? Nope, RACE. Nowadays, it seems like race is a dirty little word that no one wants to say for the fear of being judged. It has become a topic that people cringe at because, automatically, they think it’s going to end in picking a side. That is the sad world we live it my friends. A person can’t say black, or white, or any other race outside their own because they’ll get fiery looks and probably stopped before they really begin talking.

I for one don’t have a problem talking about race. In actuality, I see only one race…the human race. As corny or lame as it sounds, we are all human and should be judged based on our character and not our race. I also don’t think that race should be used as a way to judge a person’s character. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone from the same group of people are the same. *Gasp* There’s a shocker! I mean look at your immediate family. Are you all cookie cutter? I doubt it. I’m not even exactly like my twin.

Sometimes, I wish race didn’t exist. Not the human race itself but the “what are you race.” You know the one they make you check off for a job or some formal exam. I’m black but I ‘m also hispanic. I check off hispanic on everything unless I don’t feel like being judged by my ethnicity(even though they claim you don’t.) The black community is not fond of my decision to list myself as hispanic because I’m supposedly neglecting my true self. But I’m not going to check “African American/Black (Non-hispanic)” That too, in my eyes, is neglecting my true self. I’ll check my hispanic box and if you give me an interview or see me face to face you’ll see I’m a black woman. Anyone with some sense would know that hispanic, in itself, is not a race. There can be people that look like Hillary Clinton all the way to people that look like the singer Seal. There’s no RIGHT look. It is very annoying feeling like I have to choose. You have to be one or the other because that way it’s easier for us to be put in a box. That’s why I sometimes wish we all looked exactly alike from head to toe so the madness wouldn’t exist but then I think of all the beautiful people and rich culture this world has, and know that would be a horrid thing.

Why can’t we all just be excepted for who we are as people. I was lucky enough to be raised by a mother who didn’t see race. My mother is black and my father was a hispanic man that looked like a dark skinned Native American, flowing long hair and all. My mother had a best friend growing up who is Arab. She gets upset whenever people talk crap about Arabs because to this day she has a bond with her friend and her friend’s family. My mother’s mother was also very excepting of other races. I made the mistake once of telling my mother that I didn’t really like people from the Dominican Republic. She quickly put me in my place. Besides the fact that her boyfriend was from there and my little brother were technically half Dominican, I wasn’t raised to say such stupid things…to think so stupidly. I couldn’t be racist even if I wanted to. My mother would probably snatch my soul from my body if I ever told her I hated an entire race of people.

I don’t know how people do it. How can you hate a group of people based on skin color. For whatever reason, people think that racism is reserved for whites only. As if there’s segregation in racism. Like only whites can be racist. Far from it. But you see people use the past to justify their racism like, “well we were oppressed, so in reality, we can’t be racist.” Oh, yes you can sweetie! Denial is a terrible thing, especially when it comes from an ignorant person. Yes, there was unbelievable cruelty done to people based on race but that doesn’t give us the right to spew hate, because it would just make us as bad.

Nothing justifies hatred of a person for basically no reason. If all you have to go on is race or skin color in order to like someone , then you’re crazy. I find it beautiful and intriguing that we have such a diverse human race. I think it’s sad that someone could deny themselves the ability to appreciate that. How, in this day and age, can people be so ridiculous? Is it based off of fear? Hatred that was passed down? Plain and simple ignorance!? Whatever it is, I pity people like that.

Don’t ever let someone’s race determine how you value them…how you see them. We are one. Despite our physical traits, we are family. I can only hope that my daughters won’t grow up in a world that will continue to separate us based on something so trivial. My wish for them is that one day, race won’t be a factor as much as it is now. I understand more now, after having children, why Martin Luther King JR wanted so bad for equality. It’s one thing when you as a parent might deal with racism but you pray that your kids won’t have to go through it. We should love each other and respect each other no matter what!

This post is not to condemn anyone or to offend but to open a line of communication about race as it relates to equality and love. As always, ((Hugs and Love))

I need to write more!

Lately, my brain has been working really hard at not working at all. My desire to do things become squashed by my overactive imagination. I like to write…No, I LOVE to write. That’s why it’s  funny and even strange that I haven’t been writing as much as I use too. I’ve slacked off quite a bit. Okay, a lot.

I don’t know what the heck is wrong with me. I don’t lack ideas, I simply lack will. In January, I wrote my first full book. I’ve been writing books for years but never finished them. I finish them in my head and then don’t want to bother myself with writing it on paper. It feels like I’ve watched a movie then have to watch it again but this time take notes. Anyway, I wrote the book in a week’s time. Whenever my girls napped, I wrote. Sometimes I’d stay up until three in the morning writing. That’s why now I don’t know what’s different. I can’t even write for an hour.

I haven’t even been blogging! My blog is dear to me and it has  given me so much joy but I do find it has taken a backseat to my uninteresting life. I have more time now to write and yet it seems like I have none at all. I begin to write then abandon the entire thing. Once again, not for lack of ideas but lack of will and desire.

I need to get back into the groove of things. Rebuild my romance with writing. I need to express myself and open myself up to feelings outside of my everyday routine of emotions. I guess it’s a reflection of my personal life. I am stressed  and it is depressing. Not like “I need meds depressing” but more of a “cut my a break, life is touch!” I can’t continue like this. I can’t just not write because my life’s a mess. Heck, that’s the best time to write.

I miss it all very much. It’s like a friend you haven’t seen in years but when you meet up, nothing’s changed. As I write, I feel so empowered. It’s amazing what a little self expression can do. Giving up something you love doing is a BIG mistake! You can go a little bonkers. I think that’s why I was in a slump. I didn’t write for a while so I didn’t want to start writing again because I was feeling down but maybe I was feeling down because I wasn’t writing. Make sense?

I needed to get that off my chest. As I write this my daughters are sleeping on my chest. Lol. Just like old times. It feels completely natural to be up late, pouring my heart out as my daughters sleep. It’s 12 am now so I think I’ll join them.

Thanks for reading ((Hugs and Love))

Last Minute Mother’s Day Gift Ideas

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Mother’s day is right around and it can be very stressful shopping for moms. I am one of those hard moms to shop for. Ask me what I want and my answer every time is “I don’t know.” I honestly don’t have a list of things that I want. My wants have all been related to meeting my girls needs. Corny? Don’t judge me! LOl, I have created this post with some ideas that might help some poor folk having a hard time finding a good gift. Okay, okay…maybe these are items that I like! Lol

imageI’m A Mom, What’s Your Superpower Mug, 12oz

I actually bought this for my mom two years ago. It was different colors but I do like this cups look because it reminds me of Wonder Woman. Wonder Mom to the rescue! Haha!!

imageRainbow-Swirl Roses with Vase

I know some women get sick of flowers but I NEVER do. I love love….*singing* LOOOOVE, this bouquet!!! The rainbow colors signify hope for me and I think this would be a really sweet and adorable flower bouquet to give your favorite mom…or moms.

imageMothers Day Spa Gift Basket

Yes, Yes, and Yes to Spa baskets!!! I don’t know about other moms with small kids but even my bath time has an audience. I’d love to get a moment to relax in the tub and be laced with wonderful scents during and after my bath!

imageMothers Day Spring Celebration Gift Tower

Snacks! Snacks! Snacks! Snacks! Snacks! Lol. I love sweets and this gift tower is such an adorable way to deliver some yummy treats. I love to recycle and I’d reuse those boxes so this would be a gift I’d give to a creative mommy…who happens to have a sweet tooth. Haha!

imageWomen’s Tired as Mother Shirt

For some reason I song the words on this shirt. I find shirts like these hilarious and a great gift for a silly momma.


Personalized Family Tree Necklace Birthstone Pendant- Necklace – Custom Made with Any Names

I think jewlry is a typical gift for a woman but something that is personalized gives a a deeper meaning . This is something I ‘d get my mother or want someone to get me. *Smiley Face*

These were just some ideas for you last minute shoppers out there. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Of course there’s different variations to all of these. All of these links go to Amazon’s website incase you liked anything and want to get it. Like I said in a previous post, I got Amazon Prime two Mother’s Day ago because I hadn’t gotten my mother anything and mother’s day was just a few days away. The free two day shipping got me. I did the free trail and then bought the membership after my 30 days were up. Do remember if the products DON’T have the blue “Prime” name under it, it’s not part of Amazon Prime. Try Amazon Prime 30-Day Free Trial

Thank you guys for reading.

((Hugs and Love))

My creativity is dying to come out again!

Painting I made last month

One thing I had before becoming a mother was my creativity. I would sketch, doodle, sew, all the time. I remember drawing all over my copybooks in class without even realizing it. Art was my first love. I was always able to express myself through it. I never really got over that love and now that I have babies it’s been calling me up more!

It’s not like I completely left my creativity behind but it has taken a backseat to my kids. I yearn for it but most of the time having to take care of a newly 2year-old and 1year-old has taken center stage. I’ve missed sewing, painting, drawing, and writing so much. I get to squeeze in some writing every so often but the deep concentration I need for it only comes at nap time. I have painted within the last month but it’s still not enough. I haven’t sewn anything since my little sister’s prom dress…LAST YEAR!

It’s tough when your head is full of ideas but you just don’t have the will nor enthusiasm to create like you use to. My girls have this thing were they’ll play with no regard for me UNTIL I began to write, or paint. I’m sure there’s a radar somewhere in their body that alerts them. Lol! I feel bad if I don’t show them the attention. I don’t want to to feel like “oh, mommies busy. She’ll just ignore us.” No way! I love when they well…she me love. Sometimes they act like I’m bothering them so when they want to play with me I’m all for it. I have teenagers in babies’ bodies. Haha!

Another Painting I made last month

I see my girls face light up when I bring out the paint and brushes. I haven’t let them paint anything recently; however, my oldest took it upon her to hijack my baby blue paint and open it so she and her little sister could hand paint the coffee table. Fun times. In the, literally, 15 seconds from her taking the paint to me turning around 1/3 of the table was blue! I sense a bit of creativity in them too. Oh, all kids that get their hands on paint smear it around and make a mess? I don’t think so buddy my kids were creating art! Lol…I kid…I kid. Seriously though, I do want to find a way to help them explore their creativity while I explore mine.

I made this last Thursday for my friends mom.

I’m not trying to say being a mommy stopped me from being creative. I stopped myself. Not because I had to but because I wanted to. I love to create things but what I’ve been more interested in creating is memories with my kids. Yes! I know, I’m corny as heck. That’s all honesty though. I am getting back in the groove of things. Slowly, my creativity is being released. Hopefully I can do a whole lot more in the coming months.

Still working on this painting

((Hugs and Love))

How to get free stuff for your home!

Being an adult is hard–being a parent is harder. Sometimes no matter how much we prepare for life, something unexpected happens. Money? Oh, boy! Money seems to leave your hands as quick as it reaches it.

I just recently moved into a new apartment. Unfortunately, do to certain circumstances, I wasn’t able to buy living room or dining room furniture. Luckly, my girls are good and taken care of…THANK GOD.

So I thought to myself how am I going to get furniture when I have no money to do it? I considered buying used stuff from people online but even that was too much. So many people want to charged the same price they bought their furniture for. If that’s the case, you’re better off buying straight from the store!

I wondered if anyone was giving stuff away for free. Then it hit me. Craig’s List! For any of you that don’t know or never needed to know, Craig’s List has a section where people just give away free stuff. Some are all banged up and others are in wonderful condition. I got my sofa, couch, and ottoman set FREE a week ago. The set is one-year-old and the man that gave it to me also gave me a 1-year-old Ikea queen bed frame that he never used. He was upgrading his furniture so he just wanted to give away the old stuff. He definitely wasn’t in need of the extra cash he would make if he sold them.

As much people want to sell their things for some money, there is equally the same amount of people that just want to get rid of stuff and don’t care amount making money. They were going to throw it away but didn’t want it in a landfil or didn’t want to do the heavy lifting and take it out their home. They get people like me, who might really need it, to take it for  nothing but the satisfaction of it going to a good home and them not having to break their backs to get it out the house.

Now, if you’re in a pinch, short on cash, or plain out broke, head over to your favorite search engine and type in craig’s list free stuff (insert city name.)  You should be able to find things from free plants to full bathroom vanity and sinks! Sometimes things are at curb side, so you won’t need to enter anyones home or even meet anyone.  They put up the adress or location of the items and you just swing by and take them. Easy, right? Also, people list stuff for $0 on Offer up. Sometimes it says 0 because the person wants you to make an offer so make sure it says FREE in the description. When you put in what you’re looking for make sure you set your max price at 0.

Just remember BE SAFE. Don’t enter anyone’s house if you don’t have to. Make sure you go with a friend or at the least tell people where you are going to meet up with someone.

I hope this helps someone out there who might need some help getting things for their home. Thanks to generous people, I was able to get chairs to sit on in my living room! Letting you guys know about what helped me out is my way of giving back. If you don’t need this, share the information on so that the right people will know about this. Don’t be ashamed to say you need a little extra help because there’re amazing people out there that go out of their way to assist others in such times. God bless! As always ((HUGS & LOVE))

“What’s the hardest part of being a mom?”

‘Couple days ago, my friend asked me “What’s the hardest thing about being a mom?” She’s 21 with no kids but dreams of having some one day. My answer wasn’t what she expected. I said, “The hardest part is worrying…worrying about if they’re safe, about CREEPERS. I worry all the time!” She continued, “Worrying? Is it like when you’re apart?” I told her that me and the girls are 99.9% of the time never apart. I worry in general.

I think everyone expects a mother’s response to a question like that to be something like, “The late nights and crying duet is the hardest part.” I know some women complain of no social life. Sorry, not sorry…I’m not concerned about a social life, my girls are more important than drinks at some club– I don’t even drink. I don’t need a “break” from my mothering duties. I don’t mind late nights because one day I’ll long for them. I don’t mind them crying over me giving them juice instead of milk because I’m not ready for them to be crying over a boy.

My daughters are my world…my life. They’ve given me so much more purpose. I want to give them everything they deserve, and that includes thinking about them now and forever. I don’t just worry about their safety– I worry about the people they’ll become…the impact they’ll have on the world. I know, wondering if my 1year-olds will end world hunger and create peace among all nations is a bit much. I actually care about the type of humans that leave my home.

I worry a whole lot! It keeps me up at night sometimes. Tonight as I gave my girls a bath and watched them splash and kick their feet trying to make bubbles,  I worried. I worried that one day something as simple as a bath won’t make their day. I worried that life won’t bring them bath-time-like-joy. Even in such a precious moment, where my kids were having the time of their lives, I worried. I couldn’t help it.

I have fears beyond my control. My mother was a worrier too. She saved us from potential sexual abuse…abuse that was happening to classmates who begged my to sleep over. My mother never let me and my siblings sleep over to just anyone’s house. In my entire youth I’ve only ever slept by three homes: My grandparents’, my cousin’s(my age), and my mother female friend who had four kids of her own(about 2-3 times that my mother wasn’t present.) I thought she was controlling and killing my childhood but her worrying saved me. Her worrying stopped me from having sex at a young age and being a teen mom like her. Her worrying stop me from running the streets like the other girls, my age, living in the same projects I did. I wondered why she worried to such an extent but then I became a mom and I’m far more paranoid than she ever was. Lol!

Worrying is the hardest part of being a mother. It’s not money, it’s not the crying, it’s not even the tantrums thrown in public. I don’t know what other mothers might say but that’s how I feel. It’s not going to change no matter how old they become either. Like always guys ((Hugs & Love))

I let my one year old daughters do my makeup

Link to the video here—>I let my babies do my makeup!

The last few weeks have been rough for me. I lost a family member, had a not so great conversation with my mother, and I’m preparing to move to a new place. It’s easy to say I needed some laugher in my life.

I’ve recently started making YouTube videos just as an extra hobby while my girls nap. Usually if I try to record while they’re awake, they swarm all over me. This time I decided to envolve them in the madness by having them do my makeup!

Guy, RIGHT AWAY they tried eating the foundation! They put the brushes in they’re mouth, and the ran around with all the makeup supplies. It took so long to whine them down just to do the video.

Once they started to put on the foundation on my face, I thought I would lose an eye because they were so rough. It might not look like it but they were hitting the brushes super hard on my face. The kept placing product in the same spot so it was hilarious to see them go to work on just my cheeks–maybe they weren’t tall enough to do my forehead…who knows.

One of my daughters dropped the eyeshadow palette and it broke and was all over my leg and the floor. I edit that out lol. They started to put foundation on their face, which made my have a heart attack. Their skin is way too good for it. The decided that foundation on their face wasn’t good enough so they put it all over their hands and feet as well as the eyeshadow. I got a glimpse of them both eating the lipsticks before what they were doing registered in my head.

It was fun. They floor was a mess but it was all worth the laugh. I honestly didn’t expect to look like I was trying to camouflage in the jungle but hey, what do one year olds know about that stuff anyway? I don’t even know that much about makeup.

If you want a laugh give your gives a random task like I did and see what happens! Like always ((Hugs and love)).

A recurring pattern

via Daily Prompt: Pattern This prompt couldn’t have come at a better time. Why? Because I’ve lived a life of repeating the same nonsense over and over, and I declared yesterday that I was done with it!

What I’m referring to is the magical word “LOVE.” In relationships, I’ve managed to end up with the same bloody guys just with a different name and face. In my defense, they didn’t seem like douches at first. Regardless, somehow I created a pattern of  finding men that were complete jerks.

I am nowhere near petfect but I’ve been faithful in every relationship and committed. I can’t say the same for my ex boyfriends. I came to the conclusion that it just had to be a problem with me…right?

Picking these guys wasn’t the end of the pattern I made. No sir! I made a habit of giving a million chances to each one even though they cheated, humilated, and disrespected me. Oh you’ve only played me 99 times, this time I’m sure you’ll change. Honestly, I think that was I thought.

I took crappy boyfriends back constantly throughout the years. I hated the idea of starting over. It was easier to stay with jerk-of-the-year than risk moving on and possibly finding a new jerk when I could’ve just stayed with the jerk I already had. Great logic, I know!

Needless to say I ened up with new jerks everytime. Sadly, as high of stardards I had, I would lower them in order to not lose these men that were as bad for me as Halloween candy is for a person with diabetes. They were literally killing me off emotionally and still I couldn’t get out of that hamster wheel.

Like I’ve said in other post, becoming a mom changed a lot. That includes the crap that I won’t put up with. Yesterday I sat, cried, and thought “I can’t keep doing this.” The pattern that I was so comfortable with had shown up in my thoughts and caused a wide range of emotions. It’s heartbreaking because if I veiw this as if it was someone else, I’d feel bad for that person. I’d want to hug them and tell them they needed to STOP putting themselves in such situations. I couldn’t tell you why when I put back on my own shoes I was suddenly not that confident.

It’s a process. You must know your worth, love yourself, and stick to your standards or you won’t end the cycle. I ended the pattern but I always had a fear that whenever I was ready to enter another relationship, it would be the same thing. After being in such deep thought yesterday I know I won’t end up repeating history again. Not ever!

Let me know what patterns you’ve created, good or bad. How has it affected your life?

(Hugs and Love!!!)

Positive self image is a MUST in order to LOVE yourself

So, I was scrolling through pictures on my phone and came across one where I had a full face of makeup on. Now, normally I don’t wear makeup, as I’ve stopped wearing it for sometime. I never had my entire face done, just eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipgloss/lipstick. The particular photo I’m talking about was taken after I made a video showing my lack of knowledge when it came to doing makeup. I know NOTHING. I just played around with makeup my sister had. She gave me some because she got a lot of free makeup at one point.


Don’t laugh! I didn’t know what I was doing! Lol It looked better in person I assure you! Haha!

Okay, above is my attempt at doing a full face for the first time. I had fun, that’s all I have to say. Lol. Now, to the point. I looked at this picture and saw my obvious nose contour. I don’t care for contouring; I simply did it because that’s what I see in tutorials. I personally think it’s a way of creating insecurities. As you can see my nose is large and in charge and I’m quite happy with it.

Coming to that realization that I’m okay with a large nose made me think of a time when I wasn’t. If you’ve read any of my previous post, you might have come across Having a baby changed how I look at my body. I talked about not feeling good about how skinny I looked. With both my body and the size of my nose, it was people’s  opinions of me that caused these insecurities. I thought I was fine, perfect even, until people started pointing out what they deemed to be wrong with my appearance.

I am black but my father is from Puerto Rico and in his bloodline is Taino Indian, European looking hispanics( my grandfather and his family) and black hispanics. My mother is a black woman and I have black features. I have a large nose like many black people do. When I was in elementary school it was rough because my father looked like a dark Caribbean Indian and I looked black. That alone is a topic unto itself. When I got to junior high, kids were telling me how big my nose was. I found myself looking in the mirror wishing it was smaller. I even began pinching my nose and the bone everyday trying to make it smaller.

This kind of resentfulness of myself and even my mother, who also has a large nose, was brought on by the constant bashing I was receiving. There was a boy in junior high who would squeeze my nose and go “bomp bomp” as if to mimic a boat horn. His friend joined in on the fun and starting doing it too. They did it infont of the whole class and I would dread going to last period because of it. I found out later that the guy had a crush on me. Oh what a way to show it! 

Even when noone was saying anything about my nose, I was still judging myself. This was all around the time of developing physically and having crushes and trying to figure myself out. I had a big nose and it was terrible. Noone was ever going to like me. I was pretty for a girl with a large nose. Those were my thoughts.

I can’t tell you when I came to accept my nose. I just know as I contoured it, I felt uncomfortable…like a fraud. I had no problem with my nose and essentially hiding it felt wrong. I have nothing against makeup but I feel it’s a cover and it can prevent us from liking what we look like without it. Having small nose, wide eyes, and cheeks that look like you’ve been starving is considered “Beautiful.” I have a hard time with that. Being someone who worked hard to love themselves, I can’t accept society’s example of pretty.

It’s hard to love yourself sometimes, isn’t it? With social media and whats on tv, you might feel like you’re not good enough. For goodness sake, I’ve seen 11 year-olds doing makeup tutorials. Like self image wasn’t hard enough to deal with in my youth, now it’s a whole different ball game.

I have two girls that I need to make sure love themselves despite what the world or cruel classmates say. I have to make sure that they love themselves and won’t be the kids teasing other children because they feel like crap. I stress out just thinking about and not because I think they won’t love themselves but because I don’t know what craziness will be “In” a couple years from now. Both of my girls are only one but I make sure I let them know they are beautiful and the older of the two girls(22 months or I like to say ONE lol) goes around telling everyone they’re “Pree-T”. I think I’m off to a good start.

I can look at myself now and think I am GORGEOUS! Not for a skinny girl or for a black girl or for a girl with a big nose. I feel damn good about myself because I am beautiful with no strings attatched. I don’t compare myself to anyone because I am good enough. My nose is cute and hiding it is not an option.

I talk about self image a lot because it was a struggle for many years to really love all of me. You’d be surpriesd that even people you think look amazing, also have insecurities. That’s why it’s so impartant not to think someone else is perfect and you are less-than. Love yourself!!!

Tell me what were your insecurites and how you overcame them or how you’re dealing with them. Better yet, also let me know what you love about yourself as a whole!

Like always guys (Hugs and Love!!)

The battle between stay at home moms and working moms.

I believe that most mothers know that there’s some type of unspoken war between moms who stay home with their kids all day and moms who, go out and work. You choose what you want to do depending on what’s best for you and your household. We all have our reasons but some women tend to judge the ones on the other side of the fence.

Selfish! You’re selfish if you leave your child in the care of someone else so you can work. You’re selfish if you don’t get a job to help contribute financially to your child’s upbringing. Take it easy ladies! Even though I’m a SAHM I still try to find work-from-home jobs, not because someone told me to but because I want to. I can understand why both sides make their decisions. I myself wanted both. I can’t judge another mother for doing what she felt she needed to do. If her kids are loved and well-taken cared of, that’s all that matters. MYOB! Lol

Besides being seen as the worse mother in the world, you can also be labled as lazy or a work-aholic that doesn’t love your kids. Listen, once again, different strokes for different folks. Wanting to be at home with your kids doesn’t mean you’re trying to run from working and working doesn’t mean you’re trying to run from your kids. I would love to have a job and make lots of MONEY but that’s not my reality. With two girls, child care would cost more than their monthly expenses in just one week; I’d be working to pay someone to take care of my kids because I’m working to pay them. Get it? Some people can afford that and still have money left over and then some to be able to help pay bills. I mean depending on how low or high your income is you can either get assistance or have enough money to pay for whatever without blinking an eye. It’s all about your life and your needs as a mother and family.

I thought that mothers supported and encouraged each other for the most part. Turns out that just like with any other thing, personal decisions on working or staying home can ruffle a lot of feathers. I was once oblivious to the tension such a topic could create. How can you, not knowing someones background, assume anything based on a mother that works or stays home?

I’d like to hear some thoughts on this. And like always, (Hugs and Love!)