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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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The thief Of Sleep
I’m tired today. The kind of tired that happens after listening to your little one cough in your ear all night. When you wake up multiple times, checking to see if they’re okay, hoping they don’t throw up- again- from coughing. The kind of tired that happens when you decide things are going really well,…
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Anniversary
I got a notice yesterday, from WordPress. A small badge, a “happy anniversary” from them. So. I did it. I can’t remember why I decided to write something every day for a year. I’m not sure if it was one of those “hmm, I wonder if I can” things, or a “it’s like training for…
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iPhone
A talisman of sorts It helps to steer my day Telling me what to do Each time I drift away I think myself immune But realize I’m very wrong When I find myself glance over, The urge is just too strong It’s such a little object To have such an intense draw But it’s sway…
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Shared worlds
Every day, I go about my business, walking a fine line between trying to stay out of other peoples business, and needing to know all their details. Every day, I have the privilege the responsibility of being trusted with private information, The inner world that sometimes hasn’t been shared with anyone else. I’ve held the…
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The present
Bubbles form inside, Rising to the top Simply effervescent, Until you hear a pop The energy of a toddler Effortless and free Identical to caffeine Which sometimes buoys me Ready, set, run away Into the great beyond Nothing ventured nothing lost Except lyrics to the song Life is an enigma Understood by very few I…