Tag: prose

  • Monday has been brought to you by caffeine

    Monday has been brought to you by caffeine

    I found myself in that awkward spot today multiple times. You know, the place where your nostrils flare as you try to stifle a yawn, so you don’t look like a jerk who’s not listening. My sleep last night, while nothing to write home about, was probably the closest thing to 8 hours I’ve had…

  • Picnic and a movie

    Picnic and a movie

    We had a picnic tonight. Leftovers on paper plates on a used tablecloth- Princess Sophie, from Sam’s birthday in September. The children were excited and so grateful- a fun new way to eat supper on the living room floor. I put on a movie from my list of favorites as a child, and watched as…

  • Neuro exam

    Neuro exam

    My life is a series of rapid alternating movements A test of nerves, A battle of beliefs The never ending trill Of art and science Adding dissonance and beauty Simultaneously In a pattern the masters of Baroque would envy Some days, The music goes on without end And sometimes, When the music stops The rest…

  • The meeting

    The meeting

    Another late night Working away from home Passionate people with drive Discussing difficult topics Meetings have never been my favorite, I usually feel bogged down and slow But these ones are lively, Dominant issues and important items Each person with opinions and heart Meetings have never been my favorite But these at least, are a…

  • Burn the witch!

    Burn the witch!

    I’ve walked through today feeling guilty for some reason, like I forgot to do something. Like maybe I was tardy for an event, or stood someone up. It’s the feeling I’ve gotten in the past when I know that I’ve let someone down, but for the life of me, I can’t think of a single…

  • Ten months

    Ten months

    I just got a notification from bluehost, the company that owns my domain for thoughtsalad, reminding me that it was due for renewal in less than 60 days. When I first signed up to write my blog, it was as a personal challenge. I wanted to unload from the sometimes emotionally exhausting work that I…

  • Go to bed

    Go to bed

    Did you ever feel as though A three year old is smarter? More agile in their reasoning, More devious in their devices Trouble lurks around every twinkle, careless regard for every rule. The only master their love of cookies Their only desire to win on their terms The nightly battle for supremacy Takes its toll…

  • The negotiation

    The negotiation

    I watch as my child negotiates One more pop-cle Just one Pleeeeeeeease daddy? Eyes as big as the sun, He stares sadly at it While daddy eats. He’s already had two, But that’s not enough. More sugar, Pleeeeeeease He’ll fine every excuse, Every loophole Any emotional blackmail he can Just three, but born knowing how…

  • The love of reading

    The love of reading

    We read almost every night. Part of it is for their school work, part of it is to pass down what I remember from when I was a child. Every night, we would lay in bed and have a night time story read to us. It sparked my curiosity for the world around me in…

  • The entertainer

    The entertainer

    Another day after a bad sleep. The little man in my life is getting worse not better. He seems to either be having separation anxiety or more likely, has discovered that mom and dad have a nice, soft bed that is nicer than his. So yawning my way through, we accomplished the day. I managed…