I got up at 6:30 in the morning, still feeling sleepy. I knew I had to get up though. I got up had a shower and wore my office clothes which consisted of a white button down shirt, a charcoal grey skirt and jacket. I put on those officey pump and pantyhose, before going down stairs. I got the pancake batter ready, and then went back upstairs to wake up the kids. I have six kids, and there is no age difference between them. That’s right. They’re sextuplets. Jeremy is the oldest, then Angela, Michael, Payton, Daniel and last is Gracie. If you’re wondering, I’m a single mom. The douche bag who I thought I loved left me when I was pregnant, and I haven’t heard from him since.
Jeremy is extremely protective of Angela. I don’t think there’s a second he hasn’t let her out of her sight. It’s adorable, but then sometimes they fight. Jeremy always tries to act like the man of the house. He looks and acts much more than your average 7 year old should.
Angela is my little supermodel. She loves shopping and clothes. Every Saturday she helps put up a fashion show here at home. She dresses everyone except for me, and I have to judge who the best model is.
Michael is my little prankster. He and Payton are always getting into trouble at school. He has curly hair unlike Jeremy and Daniel, and he gets teased for that at times.
Payton, like I mentioned before, is another one of my little pranksters. She got in trouble once for painting her teachers hair with lime green paint when the teacher was facing someone else.
Daniel is my skateboarding freak. He loves to skateboard. He gets bullied at times because he looks little for his age, but he’ll catch up soon.
Last of them all is Gracie. She is one of those shy, quiet girls. She absolutely loves to sit in the corner. I love her because she actually listens to what I say.
I dressed the girls in this, and the boys in this
Now, time for my story. When I was pregnant with them, their dad left me. I had thought he loved me, but he obviously didn’t. I continued to go to school, even though I would get called slut and whore. When I went to college I begged my mom to take care of them for me, and I would visit them every weekend. I got a job as a sales and marketing manager in Apple. Since then, it’s always been the kids and me.
Now, for that small minor detail. Their dad, my ex is Justin Drew Bieber.
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