Thought Salad

Tag: postaday

  • Home again

    Home again

    Home. My interlude by the sea almost forgotten although it was only a few hours ago, I quietly crawled into bed to the warmth of my loved ones. The soft sound of little breaths, a whistle and a snore filled the air, while he dreams sweetly beside me. They missed me, as always, but I’m…

  • Intermission from home

    Intermission from home

    I boarded the plane, turning my back on my home and lifting into the skies. As we soared over the mountains I was filled with a sense of awe at the beauty and enormity of nature. Snow already covered the highest peaks, but the sky was cerulean blue as the sun beamed down. I caught…

  • Too much Tuesday

    Too much Tuesday

    First day back at school, but no, I didn’t take the pictures. I was already gone, headed to work before the kids went to school. I asked my husband if he could take pictures, and he did. But he warned me in advance that the kids were crying. Not about anything earthshaking or new, just…

  • Manic Monday?

    Manic Monday?

    Today started out with a bang- literally. I’m pretty sure the sound of me hitting the floor after missing the last few steps was loud enough to qualify. And of course, this was after waking up an hour earlier than normal, after an alarm clock on a long weekend Monday broke into my dreams. The…

  • Fall cleaning

    Fall cleaning

    Day two of the adventure to declutter and transfer kid belongings went reasonably well. For starters, I was not puked on, which automatically made today a good day. I did get a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things that needed attending to, but somehow, excitement crept in. I realized that in order to…

  • Sept 1, proof is in the psl

    Sept 1, proof is in the psl

    September is here again, my favorite pumpkin spice latte season- yes, I can accept I am basic. We wanted to head to the late for one last hurrah, but waking to a child vomiting on you slows those plans to halt. Instead, we began the laborious chore of moving the children’s bedrooms. All the while,…

  • Life and the fall of summer

    Another month gone, the summer draws to a close. I see the leaves changing, yellow and orange appearing as though the green was dipped in paint, An art project one of my kids left out to dry. The summer was so short and now again I feel the chill in the mornings, barely above freezing…

  • Dreams of the Milky Way

    Dreams of the Milky Way

    Some times I’d like to run away and not look back Catch a ship somewhere, Ride until the sky turns black Amongst the heavens I’d chart my course steering by the stars, The ocean would sing its song Between Jupiter and Mars The ship will travel on a dream I’ll never lack for company The…

  • Midweek musings

    Midweek musings

    I took last night off my blog. I’d thought about writing, then deliberately made the choice not to. My year of blogging dangerously was over months ago, but I’m happy to find that it has remained a valuable part of my day, on most days, at least. Yesterday however, was not one of those days.…

  • The week before school

    The week before school

    It’s still August, I realized as the morning flew by. The back to school rush is set to begin next week, and I know the kids are ready Because of their complete inability to hear when asked nicely to do anything. Strangley, when asked loudly for the third time with a thread of irritation colouring…