Thought Salad

Tag: tired

  • Pink eye and cute germ factories

    Pink eye and cute germ factories

    This winter has been brutal. Once again, I’ve decided my day off could best be spent with a virus. I’m not sure which one it is this time, they all look the same in the way they attack. Runny nose, sneeze, sore throat, and general malaise. But the super-special part of this was waking up…

  • Family Sunday

    Family Sunday

    I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…

  • Endless love

    Endless love

    I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…

  • Heavy

    Heavy

    My stomach feels as though it’s lined with a weight. Loaded up with rocks and set adrift in the ocean. I could lecture myself all day about the need to breathe and stay positive, but today just isn’t one of those days. Something in the air, perhaps. Or maybe it’s the number 13. I’ve always…

  • Winter Sunday dreaming

    Winter Sunday dreaming

    The weekend blurred again, far too short to accomplish everything in my list. Some things have to be done, like laundry and dishes, but all the others were once again relegated to the pile of “when I get around to it” As much as I love to make lists, the best mneumonic I’ve ever found…

  • Goodnight

    Goodnight

    She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…

  • The night shift

    The night shift

    The longest day in the calendar is the one where you didn’t sleep the night before. It appears the gastro has descended on the house of Gooden. It made its appearance with the sounds of my toddler throwing up at midnight. And one am, two am, three am, four am, and then it was time…

  • Let sleeping toddlers lie

    Let sleeping toddlers lie

    My little man is growing up. I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap. Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime. He’s getting so big. Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why…

  • Citizen’s arrest

    Citizen’s arrest

    Do you have a permit for that anxiety? Sometimes it would be nice if a police officer could stop you for thinking nonsense. Someone to hold up their hand and blow a whistle, flag you down and give you a ticket. Say “back off, get your own sandwich”, or something similar. A thought blocker like…

  • Warmth and silence

    Warmth and silence

    It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…