I felt so tired today that I sat on the shower floor and allowed the raindrops to pour down my back. Then I noticed the black mould growing on the grout between the tiles. I had to close my eyes and ignore yet another job that needed to be done.
The stars fill the sky as if somebody spattered some glow in the dark paint on our ceiling. The little ones become sleepy and my little Joey curls up on my knee and falls asleep.
I have always found it hard to put those feelings into words. It's a sense of loneliness that begins to creep into your heart like a thick morning fog.
I think I'm in the midst of perhaps my 3rd mid life crisis though. Wondering what I want to be when I grow up. I beat myself up a lot............. We all do it don't we ? Thinking we are not good enough that we have not achieved enough, comparing ourselves to others.
Its "Your Story Sunday"Our last post for the theme of 'Birthdays'.I have for you beautiful words to share from an Anonymous reader.Birthdays as we have learned from Leanda are a time when we should honour the individual.We should not put all our expectations for "our day" on others. We need to grab this day on... Continue Reading →
Ahhhh PeaceI put pen to paper and the stress is released.The soothing motion of the blue pen running along the clean white lined paper. I have always loved that feeling.The second I sit down he sees me. "Muuuummmmmm"Perhaps he thinks I am not busy enough. I am there to serve him after all."Can I have something""Could... Continue Reading →