One would think...
that eventually I would either stop blogging or start being more organized.One would be oh so very
wrong.
And if one would, then two definitely would.
And if two would...then you can imagine the complications that might arise from three, despite how Hot it sounds.
Why is it that when I put the children to bed they are not IN BED???
This is so highly against the norm of our lives that I am about to lose my mind.
Sometimes...
I really hate the disruption that the step son's presence causes on his weekends.
The little ones idolize him and really have a lot of fun, but...
the entropy factor is raised to the 14th power when he's here,
and two 6 year olds plus one 10 year old somehow equates 10 times as many minor injuries inflicted upon each other.
Little footsteps pounding down sets of stairs have the most profoundly searing effect on my meditative state.
God couldn't be bothered to give me even one daughter, oh no, he had better shit to do, like let Dubya fix a couple of elections.
Ok...unwinding....
kids back in bed,
mom feeling better.
Ish.
I am fairly certain that I will sprout wings at some point.
Flying and being winged have been two themes of great recurrence in my writing.
Here are the lyrics to my new favorite song:
The way I'm on your mind, like a ball and chain
Like a destiny to run from
Division in your soul (in your soul), keepin' you from whole
I can bare to see you crying
The weight that lays on your shoulders
Could be the wings that carry you home
Sometimes you've got to die to be born again
Sometimes you've got to fight
Sometimes you've got to learn
Sometimes you've got to burn
The old brush out so the new can grow
The weight that lays on your shoulders
Could be the wings that carry you home
Yeah, come on
Could be the wings
Could be the wings (carry you home)
Could be the wings (oh)
Could be the wings (carry you home)
Like to long, lost friend?
Like to love, lost friend?
Like it too long, lost friend?
The weight that lays on your shoulders
Could be the wings that carry you home (carry you home)
Come on, come on
--Live, "Wings"
It's a strange time of year.
Or a strange phase of the moon, or something.
Everything's topsy turvey,
and yet...
the chaos makes it all so clear. |
posted by Bored Housewife at
7:51 PM
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