Tag: writing

  • January 14th

    January 14th

    Another Monday almost gone sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn. Thoughts are spinning in my head, of things I did, and things I said. The weekends once again a blur At least this time I thought of her. The her I mean is me, myself The one who comes after everyone else.…

  • January 14th

    January 14th

    Another Monday almost gone sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn. Thoughts are spinning in my head, of things I did, and things I said. The weekends once again a blur At least this time I thought of her. The her I mean is me, myself The one who comes after everyone else.…

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…

  • The baby of the family

    The baby of the family

    One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…

  • The baby of the family

    The baby of the family

    One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…

  • Early morning rush

    Early morning rush

    It happens every day, at least, every weekday. First I wake up early, requiring a minimum of one hour before I feel capable of coping with the world at large. Coffee by now, no longer just an excuse but a requirement. I think back, to a land before children. When six am seemed impossibly early.…

  • The descent of Tuesday

    The descent of Tuesday

    I meant to write yesterday I did But already, The weight of my own expectations has me spinning a little, Tilting in the winds of responsibility like a small weathervane on the roof, with the storm approaching. Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking out…

  • Sunday Goals and the weather

    I slept until 5:30 today. I did of course, wake up at 3 when my little one started to snore, Trying to beat the band, But through some miracle, (likely called exhaustion) I went back to sleep until 530. So of course, When I woke up the level of fatigue was much worse than a…

  • Lazy Saturday

    Lazy Saturday

    Saturday’s gone, the four hour work week a laughable idea. My attempts to relax and take my own advice failed miserably today- no sleep, a sick boy, even my effort to attend a yoga class horribly off track when I went to the class without a yoga mat…or gym bag. Somehow, I’d left the house…