My Life as Mom

I was perusing my files again.  I stumbled onto another poem that describes my mood of late.  I’ve been busy with my bill paying job as well as my home job.  But I’ve realized with my crazy life, I would prefer to win the lottery and do my home job.  This poem is the a perfect description of what things were like for me before the bill paying job.  I’d take it in a heart beat if I could.

As a side note, when I wrote this poem, my now 14 year old was first learning to read poetry.  She fell in love with this one.  She still gets a kick out of reading this one.

 

My Life As Mom

July 06, 2008

The alarm goes off

Beep beep beep

I stumble there slow

Still asleep

Coffee hot and strong

Sweet and creamy

Have a smoke outside

Stars still dreamy

Breakfast for three

All dressed for the day

Some off to school

Home others will stay

Now there are the chores

Laundry dishes floors

Forget the cat box

Dogs want out both doors

Mommy Mommy

Comes from the playroom

Timeout for one

Kiss away the gloom

P.B. and J. for lunch

Glass of milk to drink

Only minutes to eat

Dishes pile the sink

Rest time for some

Just not for me

Toys to pick up

Quick sec to pee

Home from school

Time for all a snack

Homework done

Hugs I do not lack

Chops frying in a pan

Taters boiling in a pot

Stirring up some gravy

Dinner done for my lot

Baths for all

Kisses before bed

It’s eight o’clock

Make sure fish are fed

Time to kick up my feet

Watch a few of my shows

Maybe pour me a drink

Let’s see where the night goes

News over; bed time comes

Share the bed with dogs and man

Slumber comes easy

Another day comes again

Bombshells and Moving

Being overwhelmed has been an understatement of late.  I transferred with my job.  We moved AGAIN!  My family hates when we move.  But I feel  that we’ve finally found a place that we can call home.  The accommodations are just what we like.  We finally have the kids in a good school system.  Honey-do even found a part time job to make up the difference.  He finally has something to take a shower for. 

 

The understatement is not just because of my job.  It is because of all the bombshells that have hit since we moved.  The oldest heathen wonders whether she may be pregnant. Like when I found out I was pregnant with her, I am not ready for this but know this will change the dynamic if she is.  My mother-in-law is moving in due to health reasons.  And I am having health issues of my own.  I am going to have a colonoscopy tomorrow because my doctor wants to make sure that my only problem may be irritable bowel syndrome.  So I’m home from work today on a liquid only diet until this evening when I start the CLEAN OUT!  I am SO not ready for this latest adventure.

 

So in the spirit of my move, I dug up another poem I wrote over a decade ago about moving.  It seemed to fit my mood for the day because it’s been two months since the move, and we still have boxes everywhere.  I just don’t have time during the week to get anything done and with this huge house, I have little time on the weekends but to get the cleaning and normal chores done. 

 

Yippy skippy!!!  Enjoy!

 

Coming Home

 

Once again we’ve come to that point.

We’ll be packing up for another trip.

Into boxes our worldly possessions go.

Into the night we’ll travel like a wayward ship.

 

Pictures come off the wall

to be wound in bubble wrap.

Bicycles tossed into the pickup bed

and tied down with a strap.

 

Some cartons are filled with

knick knacks and such.

Others have photos of everyone

we love so much.

 

Plates, bowls, and coffee cups

Pots and pans and silverware

Sheets and towels

Even the clothes we wear.

 

We’ll leave the walls bare;

the windows wide open;

the floors won’t even have

a speck of dust I’m hoping.

 

We’ll leave this place

we’ve known for a year

to return to our home.

We’re just glad to leave here.

 

ã 2003

My Prayer in Crisis–A poem from a while ago…

I’ve been writing stories since I was eight years old.  Let’s just say that was a long time ago.  I started writing poetry in high school.  Again, a long time ago.  Today as I was trying desperately to clean up my hard drive of excess duplicates, I stumbled upon my file of poetry that I typed up along the way.  I have found as I perused my poetry that I don’t write to one specific style.  I just write what comes to mind that fits my mood or feelings.

This was written in 2001 and seems pertinent to my feelings today.

My Prayer in Crisis

When it rains it pours!

Problems sweep my life,

Flooded with daily chores,

My job as a wife.

 

But more pressing are others

That affect my living.

Siblings, dads and mothers

My heart aches from giving.

 

I just keep trucking along

Through all this crisis.

Dealing with what’s wrong

Praying God can fix this.

 

I’m only one soul

Searching for the answer

Struggling to stay whole

Not feed this crisis cancer.

 

My dear Lord, I pray to you

In your arms hold us tight.

Keep us safe through and through

Guide us to your light.

 

So we may understand

The trials that we face

Take us by the hand

To your saving grace.

Reading, Writing, and Puppies

It’s been a busy couple of weeks.  Honey-do and I started painting a house for my landlord.  Unfortunately, she waited too long I think to bring us in on this job.  The average daily highs have been in the fifties.  Now our paint job looks like crap.  She knows that we work hard on any task she asks of us; I just wish she would have asked us last month.

This week has been tiring for me though.  I’ve been camped out with my female Great Dane, Athena.  Two months ago she went into heat, and we didn’t get her sequestered quick enough.  My male, Morpheus, tagged her.  She has been miserable.  She’s too old to be having puppies.  With our move, we hadn’t had time to get her to new vet yet to get her fixed.  I think choosing a vet is like choosing a doctor.  You should find the right one. In my camp out, I’ve been doing a lot of reading and working on one of my novels.  The ideas seem to be flowing for this one. 

Unfortunately, I have made more work for myself with this one.  I have been writing old school.  I grabbed a notebook and pen and been scribbling down the ideas like mad.  I’ll have to take extra time to type it out.  Lucky for me, I have Dragon software on my main computer, so I can dictate it.  Now I just need to be able to escape to my room rather than babysit Athena.

My reading adventures have been with the author Kim Harrison.  I am hooked on the Rachel Morgan series.  I like it because Rachel seems just as messed up with decision making as I am.  So far I’m through book 5.  I have to get with my library to check out books 6 and 7 from a larger library.  This is where small towns can feel so isolated.  If I were employed with a steady income, I would just buy the books.

I have to picky about the books I purchase.  Years ago honey-do moved all my boxes of books when we were just dating.  He and I had chosen to move in together.  He begged me to weed out my book collection; so the next time we moved, he wouldn’t break his back moving my boxes.  I complied.  I realized that many of my books were read once kind of books.  I changed my reading habits to check them out at the library (or borrow from friends) and only purchase them if I liked them enough to read additional times.  Honey-do has never really understood my love of books.  He definitely can’t understand how I could read books many times over or be reading up to four different books at one time.  The best way I could describe my love of written stories is compare it to his love of certain television shows or movies.  He can watch some television shows in reruns multiple time over.  I told him books are like that for me. 

Honey-do does like that our daughters have developed a love of reading like me.  He learned as an adult that he has reading disabilities.  He blames these disabilities on the lack of interest in reading.  I don’t mind that he doesn’t read like me, but I have one complaint about my girls reading.  They pick some books because they know a movie has been made based on that particular book.  I have a rule that if they want to read the book and see the movie; they must read the book first before watching the movie.  They fight me about this all the time.  The thirteen year made that mistake once with the Twilight series.  While at a friends house, she watched the movie before she was allowed to read the book.  She has since read the books, but has disappointments about both the books and the movies.  Now she is reading The HostBoth she and I would like to see the movie, but we are waiting until she finishes the book.  She would rather have disappointment in just one, not both.

Back to the Grind

I realize that it has been months since I’ve posted anything on this blog.  It has been the epitome of overwhelming for me for the last several months.

First things first.  I had to make a choice to leave my job.  Though I made a reasonable wage, I could not afford the cost of living where I was living.  It had reached the point that I was making choices to either pay the rent or buy groceries.  I began short changing my landlord so I wouldn’t have to look at my children and say, “I’m sorry, but all we have to eat is rice.”  There are only so many ways you can spice up rice, not to mention the constipation it creates.  I realized that things were getting tough months before I made the decision to leave my job.  I went to my boss and asked what I could do to increase my technician level.  I was told that the process to move up was being reviewed for all technicians and he couldn’t do anything at that time.  I then petitioned him to transfer me to a location that was less costly to live.  All available openings were in areas that were equally as expensive or greater.  This July, I was asked by my landlord to move out or pay.  I couldn’t pay.  I just didn’t make enough.  I borrowed the money needed to move from my father-in-law and we moved home to the center of the country.  I now live in a podunk town.  The family is happier because here we have a real support system.

Secondly, my school work has filled a lot of my free time.  Even though I’m taking courses for an applied science degree, I have to take certain social science courses to make my degree valid.  I have no real choice because of the way my school has set up the degree program.  I find that with my technical background courses like social psychology and world culture are taxing to my brain and take more thought than I want to give it.  But in order to achieve the A’s that I’m accustomed to, I have to put in more time.

The rest in all about family, pets, and crushing candy on Facebook.

Since I don’t have a real job to drag my ass to each day, I’ve been working on my books.  The ideas keep coming so I’ve been writing as much as I can get to the computer.  The most recent idea has been so pressing that I just grabbed an old spiral bound notebook and have been going at it old school with a pen.  It can give a person hand cramps, but the paper can go with me around the house easier than my bulky laptop.  I’m not sure I would do any better with a tablet or ipad.  I’m sure I would find myself getting distracted by those candies that demand crushing.

I have one book completed except for the editing.  It is a ghostly story that involves four sisters.  I’m not sure if it’s worthy of reading.  I feel that it’s more of a back story to something bigger.  I’ve been mulling around ideas about leaving it on the shelf so to speak in order to develop the bigger story.

The one I started on paper is more of a conspiracy theory come true kind of story.  With our recent government issues and our family’s recent family movie night including movies like National Treasure, I have put together an idea that has kind of been touched on before in movies but not in the way that I’ve been thinking about.  I so far have the blessing of my thirteen year old daughter that it is good.  She’s been begging me for more pages.  I think I might be on to something with this one.