Weekends Suck; Mondays Rule

Without the affectionate, helpful hands of my husband, weekends are no different than any other day. So, in that sense, they suck big time. I was actually relieved yesterday to know it was Monday--being alone with the kids made more sense. But it's a little hard to make sense of anything right now simply because my brain is fried. I'm actually doing quite well for day six (yes, of course, I'm counting Thursday) with no Babydaddy. There's nothing to worry about, Mom. :) I'm just ready to warm up my ginger-scented rice pillow and smother my aching head with it.

this is kind of what my brain feels like. there's a lot going on, and you can allllmost make out what it is. but in the end you have no idea.

Farewell, Summer

Harvest Home
by Arthur Guiterman

The maples flare among the spruces,
The bursting foxgrape spills its juices,
The gentians lift their sapphire fringes
On roadways rich with golden tinges,
The waddling woodchucks fill their hampers,
The deer mouse runs, the chipmunk scampers,
The squirrels scurry, never stopping,
For all they hear is apples dropping
And walnuts plumping fast and faster;
The bee weighs down the purple aster--
Yes, hive your honey, little hummer,
The woods are waving, "Farewell, Summer."

I Just Feel Like...

Why is it that one week I feel like I can conquer the world, and the next week I feel like the world has landed on top of me?

Don't they make a pill to keep that over achiever going? If so, I'd like a few.

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And Later That Day...

Call me melodramatic, but follow me here:

The whole ruby slippers thing is metaphorical for how I always feel like the evil within me is what brings this house down. Moms feel guilty for everything, so if I'm having a hard time I feel like it's my own fault. If the lessons aren't done, if the biscuits burn, if the kids are screaming--it's always my fault.

So after the above post I was sitting at the dining room table with Gizmo. I was doodling in my lesson planner while he was doodling on the white-board slate. He was quietly talking gibberish to himself and all of the sudden I heard these words come out of his mouth:
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."

For Thou art with me.

Indeed, He is.