This photo pretty much sums up how I felt about my day by the time it was 3pm. I wanted to delete it and start over, or just go home and crawl under the duvet. What was I doing at 3pm, you’re wondering? Well… clearly I figured that my keyboard was in need of an…
I finished up work today for the year. A mad rush of last minute things and bills and trying to clear my desk (not very successfully) so that I can come back in January to a cleaner start. Tomorrow we head west to spend the holidays with family. Hawkeye has been learning how to count…
There are the days when the words won’t stop coming. And then there are all the days when they don’t appear at all. Sometimes there simply isn’t anything to say. You can fill the space with noise and distraction but the spirit is empty and the substance is hollow. Other times, you have words exploding…
The first half of the day was almost an unmitigated disaster. The Mister had to leave on an overnight trip early in the morning. Hawkeye was being stubborn. It was taking me forever to get everything together to leave the house in between getting myself assembled and navigating his moods. I changed my plans about…
If this photo isn’t a metaphor for childhood, I don’t know what is. Just look at him, all bundled up cozy and warm and dry in his little bubble of innocence and love, safe and protected from the miserable outside world, and yet curious about what lies beyond at the same time, poking at the raindrops…
It’s only Tuesday but it’s another stressful week already at work, mostly due to overwhelming amount of work in the end-of-year run-up, the usual last minute crises, and a really badly timed internal departmental office move from one floor to another which has left everyone additionally frazzled from trying to get their footing in a…
I’m having my own version of Black Friday where nothing is on offer on my blog. Brain has checked out for the weekend.
The end of ever-increasing incrementally exhausting number of days began with me waking up not even knowing if my mother had made her flight to Dublin and ended in a bar with a friend’s birthday party, full of people I dearly loved seeing, but costing so much effort from my non-existent energy reserves that I…
Friday evening is usually about collapsing on the couch after the toddler is in bed. It’s brain dead poking of the internet or reading something that doesn’t ask you to engage your higher intellectual functions. It’s feeling the weight of the whole week of work and stress and chaos in your weary muscles. But you…
The day began around 7:20 am when I woke up to my husband’s alarm going off. No wait, the day began around 5am when I woke up to the sound of crying through the baby monitor. I stumbled out of bed to go and get the crying toddler and bring him into our bed. I…
Yeah, I have nothin’ today. This photo is from this past weekend, but it pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole week.
The Feathered Rose 