Tag: stress

  • A light in the dark

    A light in the dark

    Some days you roll over on the wrong side, Step out of bed a crank Wonder why you bothered at all When fate gives your life a yank Some day’s are worse than others Some weeks never seem to end Today was one that was endless When I really could have used a friend But…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • Daydreaming

    Daydreaming

    The rush of the wind on my face, The spray of salt on the sun The froth is the water swirls around my feet Finally, my work is done Every day I tell myself this is it, I’ll take a break, a vacation, for real But instead I continue, head down, Shoulder hard against the…

  • The last day

    The last day

    I watched that day as her skin glowed, luminescent in the daylight as she rested in bed. Her energy long since depleted, she now spent most of her time lying there, surrounded by soft and colourful blankets and the summer sunshine. Although her face was thin, her smile could still spread wide across it, causing…

  • A moment of Monday

    A moment of Monday

    Another Monday has flown by. I’m not sure if they were designed by a cruel god, or planned by a hyper squirrel in a tree somewhere who laughs maniacally as they watch people rush around. I jumped from one thing to the next, trying to remember what I was forgetting. It was one of those…

  • The tantrum

    The tantrum

    Another family day, but this one was slightly derailed by a cold. Once again, the little man was up from about 2 am onwards with that horrible itchy cough that always portends a wonderful day ahead. We got up for the day by 430, as sleeping through his coughing is hard for me, and impossible…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…

  • Robin is missing

    Robin is missing

    It’s the fifth of April as I write this and I’m looking out the window at snow that refuses to melt. At one point last week, I was becoming hopeful that spring was just around the corner. The sun was staying a bit longer, and the warmth through the window felt nice. But as the…

  • The Monday Tuesday

    The Monday Tuesday

    Today got off on completely the wrong foot. My coffee had grounds in it, and I rudely discovered I was working in the afternoon, at the same time I was supposed to figure out my taxes with the accountant. Seriously distressing, as I’d been strangely looking forward to meeting with them. Then I checked my…

  • On the eve of a long weekend

    On the eve of a long weekend

    The day before a long weekend always is a busy one. Everyone rushing, frantic to get in to see me before I’m gone, as though it was a month instead of an extra day away. I’ve never understood this desperation, probably because I’m awful at even making appointments for a haircut, but I anticipated it.…