‘Zaddy’

I don’t care what is happening in my life. I will not be calling my husband, Zaddy! Period. Now, I know there are plenty of females that are already like, blah, blah, blah. Chill. There is no right or wrong in this. I’m just stating my preference, okay.  It’s  just a topic of discussion. So don’t get your panties all in a bunch! I’m Just Saying. One of my closets friends and I have had a conversation about this topic (Haha.) multiple times. “Why do women call men Daddy?” Now, my homegirl thinks I’m absolutely tripping. (She says, ‘Zaddy.’) And I completely think she’s crazy. (Haha.) But that’s the amazing thing about our friendship, we can debate, relate, and laugh about it all in the same breath. Like I said, it’s no right or wrong! So, yeah let’s get to it. She’s all like, “Zaddy.” And I’m like, “Ewww.”  God done blessed me with an amazing man. A goodt husband, and you think I’m referring to him as Daddy!? Chile, please.

I have neva, eva, eva, called a man or referred to any man as Zaddy or Daddy unless I was talking about my Daddy. Biological Daddy, that is. I don’t know, maybe I’m tripping. Am I? When I hear the word Daddy I think of my Daddy instantly. Not the man I’m sleeping with. I can’t see me being like, “Hey Zaddy” (In my sexy voice) when I’m talking to Rob. Ewww, no. I’m not doing that. Plus, all jokes aside, and for those who know me personally, know. I done prayed too hard. I mean too hard, for an amazing husband. I done prayed too hard for God to shape me into a wife my husband is deserving of. I done just prayed too hard. (NO SHAME.) To be calling my dog on husband, Daddy. And that’s facts! To each it’s own. But that’s my paragraph.

The only time I’m referring to my man as Daddy, is when I’m referencing it to the fact that Rob is my baby’s daddy. In other words, he’s the father of my child. (Much better.)

I may call a female that isn’t my blood sister, my sis. I call my two guys cousins my brothers. I may call Feleicia up the street my cousin. But I ain’t calling my husband, Daddy!

I know women who call their boyfriends Zaddy more than they call them by their government names. God don’t know what ya asking for. A Daddy or a husband.

On another note though:

I have my head phones in right. I’m laying in bed. It’s a little before 5 o’clock in the morning. I don’t want to wake up my husbae while I ji-zam to my music so I put one headphone in and leave one head phone out so I can hear ‘Baby Doll’ in her bedroom. I forgot what song was playing first, but 10 Seconds by Jaszmin Sullivan came on and I instantly bust out with a whole 8 count dance routine in my head! (Hahaha!) Like, what? I promise you I trip myself out alot these days. I legit just went off in my head with a dance routine!

I broke out with a dance routine with like 15 people behind me in sync with every move I make. I reckon I have a heck of a imagination don’t I? I can’t lie though, I do it all the time. I love dancing actually. Big ups to the daily dance parties Naomi and me have. (Trolls soundtrack.) I just wish I could dance like Aaliyah Janell. Oh my gosh, she is so sick with it. I don’t know if you’re familiar with her or not, but Chile. Woo-Wee. That’s all I’m gone say. I can give you a bop, bop, maybe even a drop, drop. But I can’t get on no dance floor or any other floor and get down like some of these folks get down. Put it like this! I’m a Zumba instructor. Don’t sleep on me now. I didn’t say I was stiff. Just know I know when to sit my tail down. Okaay!!

So when a upbeat song comes on I just want to dance Chile. It’s like, I just got to move  honey. Clap my hands, something! But when a slow song comes on I want to be sexy and act out the lyrics in a music video. (Did I just say this outloud? Wow.) ???‍♀️

Ugh-Oh Chile! Rock Steady by Aretha Franklin is playing now!!! I’m going off in my head! (Haha.) Music is everything to me. The beat, the lyrics, the instruments.

I fell asleep pretty early last night. My head hit the pillow and it was a wrap. I woke up a little after 4 o’clock this morning. I got up, went and checked in on Naomi, went to the bathroom, kitchen, and got back in bed. Instead of allowing the devil to start tip toeing in my mind with worry and confusion,(You know how he do. Especially in the wee hours of the night. I’ve heard before, actually more than once. That 3a.m. – 5a.m. is the devils hours.) So,  I decide to edit some blogs and listen to “My Favorites” playlist. I know me and I know better. I occupy my mind with things that will make me think about things that make me happy. Things that make me glorify the Lord for my many blessing. Things that make me want to move and make love. I come through Dripping with a Cardi B alot. You get what I’m saying. Occupy and feed your mind things that are creditable, respectable, and satisfying to you. See, me just laying in bed, is me setting myself up for the devil to occupy my mind. Be proactive. It’s all about knowing you and you being honesty with knowing your pros and cons. And I ain’t there yet. It’s hard for me to just lay in the bed in the wee hours of the night and not, THINK. THINKING about everything that could go wrong. THINKING about, “What if.?!” Chile! Ain’t nobody got time for that. Mind gone be all twisted the next morning. It’s rare when I can’t sleep. But when it happens, I take precaution seriously.

Anyways.

You remember when you were and a grown up would ask you, “What do you want to be when you get older?” I was just sitting here thinking. We’re trying to be something our whole lives. Whether it be something physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. So on and so on.

Make someone feel good today. Give a compliment today. Tell someone to have a blessed day today. Uplifting others is a uplift for yourself. Vibes are contagious. Spread the good ones. You never know what someone is going through. Being kind to someone else can help with what you’re going through. Tell someone you love them today. Tell someone that you care about them today. Do it today.

For tomorow isn’t promised to any of us…

I’m Just Saying…

xOxO. ?