Sometimes I have to stay in bed and drink coffee.
Today, I just want to go back to sleep and dream that I’m a newlywed without house maintenance issues – children who punch caregivers – or pain.
Is it too much to ask?
It’s raining. It’s grey. I’m chilly, even with hot tea, a sweater and candles. I want to be in bed. I want to be asleep. Instead, I am sitting on the couch with two bibles open beside me, my budget book unopened and an empty box of play doh. I keep trying to fight this […]Continue reading →
“Go-Go-Samurai” is resounding in the background of this morning. I just spent a few minutes, in my pyjamas watering the trees in the front lawn with my orange Fiesta coffee cup in hand. I spent my barefoot time with the hose thinking about the dandelions and dreaming about having less clover, less moss, less weeds […]Continue reading →
Ah. So many things we take for granted when we can be in our own beds at home. Or when we can chase after our kids who are writing on the walls, or climbing over backyard gates in order to get an errant baseball. So many things. Here are a few of the things I […]Continue reading →
It was pouring rain. I’d been in a history lecture, then a tutorial, all morning. I needed nourishment AND coffee. I had just dropped a class that I had really been looking forward to, but didn’t realize that 12 graduate school credits in your first term – especially after being mostly in bed for the […]Continue reading →