Tag: stress

  • Hausfrau

    I was possessed by the spirit of a manic 1950s housewife today. That’s the only explanation I have for what transpired. I had a list as long as my arm of things I needed to get done. Some day, eventually. Not necessarily on a nice Sunday. But I woke up with the NEED to clean…

  • Underdog

    Each day is a struggle to get to the middle, but battered and bruised, he never falters. Pushing, fighting, scratching and climbing, struggle is all that she knows. It’s not about the win, it’s about the journey, never giving up, never giving in. He’s every hero we’ve ever aspired to be, not the one born…

  • Weeks end

    Another week has flown and I review it all with tired bemusement as I sit, feet up, watching children’s cartoons. I’m tired but content. We’ve had a lovely cough/gastro bug going around that decimated the week for the kids. Poor Sam, for the first time I can remember she was excited to go to school…

  • Problem solver 

    Saturday should be a sleep in day, but that never seems to happen for me.  I woke up a half hour earlier than normal, shrugged and went about my day.  I finished my first draft of book 5, did a list of things to do, did laundry, cooking, cleaning and childcare,  even launched my author…

  • Mom of Sam

    No one can put a statement out quite the way a stubborn five year old can. One minute an angel, the next a small and vicious demon child. I entered a quiet house today, unlocking the door with my delicious rotisserie chicken and Diet Pepsi.  (I’m trying to cut back, I swear) The next thing…

  • Traffic

    My eyes are grainy today, but still somehow find the light. It’s bright and wonderful  through the fog. Cars honk, go slowly, pacing with their horses grumbling.  They slowly move past the line, reined in by the weather. I feel their longing to bolt, Tied and restrained into a 9-5, somedays I’d like to run…

  • Good days work

    Another late night, getting through a day full of requirements,  self-imposed and otherwise. I unlock the door with the dubious pleasure of being the only one awake,  sigh,  and do the things I must before calling the day. I go through the motions,  tired in body and mind tonight, Only two days into a workweek…

  • The rut

    I watched as the week flew, On wings of solid steel. Picked me up and dropped me off, And didn’t once ask how I feel I thought I’d have so much more time with which to play. Instead I chose to get stuff done, each and every day. When all I wanted was a room…

  • March of the errands 

    Back to reality, Tap-dancing through my day, Visits to hither and yon, Faxes and refills, mail and paperwork  Finally caught up  and look at the clock, Time for home and supper, food and stories and dessert, “Strawberries in snow” Kids not yet caught up  from the time change. From east and summer,  to winter and…

  • Gratitude 

    Today’s word is gratitude. It’s funny, because I think about this concept often.  I’d like to say I think about being grateful everyday, but I’m far from a saint.  Some days I feel bitter and evil inside, and wish people would just go away and leave me alone. In fact, I still sometimes feel like…