REALITY



There are days like this.
There just are.

When I feel like this tower of delicately teetering tea cups,
Wondering if they'll all come tumbling down onto the hard tile
Knowing that a fall will result in a break.

Somehow, this morning was especially difficult for me to handle
The sewing machine breaking
Kids climbing all over me
"Mama, look. . . Mama come here. . . Mama, help. . . Mama. . . "
No breakfast because I haven't gotten to the grocery store yet
Getting to the grocery and having the older child ask to buy everything in sight
And the younger screaming that she wants down from the cart
Then running full speed through the isles, darting between carts
And periodically laying down on the dirty grocery floor, face down.

"I'm hiding, Mama, can you find me?"

Finally, we get home, get fed, get settled.
I actually start to clean up, desperate for a piece of peace in our house.

. . . . . . .

"Mama!!! I'm peeing!!!"
Sure enough, she didn't want to miss the movie, so she peed on the bed!

Maybe it's the lack of weekend
And now it's Monday again
Mark having to be gone all day everyday all week
Maybe I need to give up coffee again
Or drink more water

Or maybe there are just days like this
And I just need to face it.

Now, I will make some cammomile tea
I'll add honey this time
We'll go to the farm pickup and get our fresh raw milk and eggs
That will smooth out the day.
Just like that white smooth line that stretches through the background of this picture of chaos.