It is one of those days friends:
It is dark, windy, non-stop pouring rain,
and I'm stuck wondering where is spring?
And where am I for that matter. . .?
The basement is doing what basements do best: leaking.
The 'must get done' list is endless,
the basic house upkeep hasn't even been gotten to,
I had a long list of plans for the day, and where did the day go?
The child who is home schooled fights me at every turn,
the other child fights me . . . because he's been sick for five days in a row and stuck at home . . .
and because he's twelve.
I keep dropping everything, knocking stuff over and
my desk is so messy I don't know where to begin- but I must because I need it for important stuff
Like school papers that must be turned in tomorrow, mail to send out, emails to write-
And when I finally find exactly what I have been looking for-
it doesn't even work! . . . and needs a new part . . . that they're out of.
Everything calls out to get done, nothing feels like I am doing it right,
I'm angry and jealous and tired and frustrated and immature.
I'm failing and emotional . . . and my jeans are tight:
Must be p.m.s.
Ah . . .
and so, the sweats go on, the leftovers are brought out for dinner
and Little House on the Prairie episodes with popcorn are the order for tonight-
I know when I'm defeated . . . for now.
(Ps. all the photos are from last week . . . when there was such a thing as a little sun.)