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Lack of sleep and learning
There doesn’t seem to be a set amount of coffee that will work for a bad nights sleep, unfortunately.Trying to get three wired kids to bed in a new environment is a challenge, but when you’re already sleep deprived it’s even more irritating. Finally by 11 pm they stopped making noise, which was nice. But…
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Matt’s lullaby
Fluff the pillow, and smooth out the sheets. Pull back the covers, Toothbrush away the sweets Night time is here, my soft little one, We’ll enjoy tomorrow, But now is bedtime for the sun. I’ll tuck you in, and give you a million kisses I’ll read you a story of colourful fishes. Turn out the…
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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…
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Friday night movies
I watch as the big orange sky fades to dull grey, listening to the sounds of my children playing in their room. Constant negotiations, laughter and tears, a dog in the middle of all the action, searching for stray popcorn. Tonight was to be our “family movie night with popcorn treat.” But apparently, they had more…
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My island
Do you remember? The moment you first realized you were an island, apart from the continent of your birth? Seperate and independent, sailing along on your own. Slowly, identity formed Self determination grew, with all the attendant storms and gales. I watch as my little one splits off, becoming his own creature, manifesting his will,…
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Dawn’s light
Beautiful skies, a trademark of a prairie morn. Amazing how looking east feels like home and stability, and looking west smells like adventure. Rockies vs ranges, future and past. I dream of climbing to the top. But my feet stay on the firm prairie soil. The fear of height is in my blood, grounded and…
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The mountains
Moments are fleeting and few. Born on the wind’s back, through clouds of slate blue that pierce every crack. Today we played in the rain as it turned into snow, cold hands on a swing chain Children cold, but ready to go The mountains covered in white So solid and true Fresh air blowing my…
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I love you, you’re perfect, now change
Sometimes when I think about the day, I feel a great sigh of release. Especially on fridays, I’m full of relief that another week has been successfully navigated, with all its obligations and hours somehow fulfilled. It’s late. I’ve just returned from Stage West, a dinner theatre that we have season tickets to. We bought…