Potty Time

  (*In response to Ms. Toy Whisperer's post, "Unleashed") With the boys daycare did the dirty deed like toy soldiers they followed the potty line I'm at a loss she's potty trained at school NOT at home We must be bonding over pee and poop At home She is the baby. She calls herself, "Baby"…

Update on things

I've been going outside to test my limits I can chop wood while seated move the wheel barrow full of branches weed for an hour or two I have modified my garden exercise to include squatting, lunges sitting on the ground and carrying moderate sized trees Dead dry fallen portions of trees Sitting in the…

Three Letters

This cat has a name with three letters. Bun As with all rescue pets the name game is played He looks like a... not a ... Does he respond to... He doesn't blink when you call him... Girlie calls him Bunny. Well, she screams and squeals BUNNY! As he vaults over the safety gate. Safe…

I am thankful for

the spontaneous hot hugs from my little germ spreader. Girlie has a fever, but has had no seizures. Hacking cough, sniffling schnozz, drool covered fingers, surrounded by a striped red, grey and cream comforter and the debris of used tissues. She has learned to ask for tissues instead of sharing the wealth of ectoplasm with…

Leaning

She leans on me sweet smelling snuffling in my ear she nuzzles my cheek and says, "Cuute." These spontaneous moments of words show me that all is right with the world in my house. Sure, my boys are teenagers They have "toddler brain" in the worst possible way. I, me, mine, now is the mantra…

I started writing…

Last week I had the best intentions to wake, bathe, write, eat, wander I can't remember where I was when life interrupted. There was a death. Again. My eldest uncle died. He was 6'8" tall, in his 80's A lifetime of alcohol, music, art and heartache. He was tired. Refusing treatment for a hernia and…

Meandering: My Honesty

My Honesty is hard to live with It pushes me forward keeps me motivated while offending everyone I live with. I'm too direct, too specific too blunt, too raw . I ask for too much of him I'm "demanding" No one "could possibly do" the things I want done in a day. I just want…

Once Again

Well, today was the second big day of the month that included court school, food, lawyers, anxiety and driving. On any other day, I would have driven myself and my children to the courthouse. I learned my lesson on the last trip. I am frail. There, I said it. I collapsed on the stairs last…

Sensory Children

  (I wrote this a month ago - July 4, 2016) I think when I was little, I noticed kids who chewed things. Paper, fingernails, hair, pencils, pens, rulers and bubble gum. I was a popper. No silly, not pills, bubble gum popping. It used to drive my mom crazy. I didn't have the craving…

Reading

Sometimes when I read a book, my mind starts to wander. I could blame the author and say, the book does not hold my attention due to some flaw or other. The reality is my attention is divided, scattered, completely absent. I could blame age and the pitter patter of many little feet, a depletion…