Monday, April 22, 2013

A letter to my nemesis.

Dear Monday,

You have laughed in my face for the last time today. I'm going to bed. Please be gone when I wake up in the morning. I hate you.


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Sometimes it comes down to the eyeliner.

It took almost three hours to get to work today, and over two hours to get home. Entrance ramps, exit ramps, and streets were closed due to rainmaggedon. Lights were out in every city I navigated my way through due to flooding. And when I finally got to work (late for the second day in a row); I spent the entire time training a smelly guy who wasn't interested in learning. All the while wondering what I ever did to deserve this. After all that, I had to search far and wide for something other than my amazing son to be grateful for on this day.

Today I am thankful for a boss who felt so bad for me that she let me leave work early. And for my eyeliner, which looked great all day and well into the night until I finally washed it off.

It's not much, but I'll take it. Somedays it's the small victories that matter. Go me.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Poetry Problems

NaPoWriMo 2013 was a fail. Being sick since the beginning of last month and bedridden over the weekend put me so far behind that I won't be able to catch up. But I'm going to stick with it the rest of the month and crank out as many poems as I can.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 3

That moment when it all comes together perfectly always alludes me
It's out of my reach
But I can see it
Dangling in the distance
Like a carrot
And I'm the rabbit
Racing the tortoise
I suppose that means I lose in the end
But I wouldn't want to win
That wouldn't serve a real purpose
Because lessons learned come all too easy when the price of redemption is more than I'm willing to pay
Determined to defy destiny
I'll face my fears to cross the finish line at my own pace

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 2: Once

Where there were once endless possibilities
Now lie the remnants
Of what used to be
There once was you
There once was me
And all the things between us
The distance
The dividends
Didn't mean a thing
Now we can't seem to find a rhythm
Or a reason to be

For every special moment
A regret has taken its place
Once you were a warrior
Who would have fought to the death
For me
Now all that's left of what we were
Is the space between the words
That go unsaid
To remind us
Of what could have been
Had we taken the time to find our happy ending

Monday, April 1, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 1

A burial at sea
By way of being airborne
In a plastic cup
And crashing hard on city streets
Faltering to gravel
To dirt
And the screeching halt of tires
Still nothing could save you
Not pointless circles
Not moving in reverse
Not saltwater tears
A cruel joke life plays on you
The moment you think
It will all be ok
You gave your life
To save another
And you'll always be special to me

Monday, March 25, 2013

The bittersweet task of moving.

This is going to be an extremely busy week for team Go Bail (that's what the Mister and I call our little family). We're steady packing and trying to get everything ready for our move this weekend. With only a week's notice prior to moving, it has been quite the cluster of events to get the process started. And I find myself excited and worried at the same time. It's a bittersweet process, I suppose. But moving always leaves me in a state of mental disarray.

While I'm happy to be moving out of the duplex and into a single family home, I'm sad that it's not in an ideal location. However it does push us harder to move into a home of our own, instead of continuing to rent from others. As a lifelong commitment-phobe, the thought of owning a house really stresses me out. But knowing I am paying someone else almost double what I would pay for my own home leaves me feeling like an idiot.

The hardest part is knowing that this is JR's first home. He rolled over and took his first steps in our current living room. His nursery has been my favorite place in the home for the 19 months he has been on this earth. And I worked hard to make it perfect. I'm sure he won't miss it at all. He won't really know the difference. But his nursery is currently adjacent to our room with a door separating us. In the new home he will officially have his own room. This is better or him because he is currently outgrowing his nursery, but as his mom I'm going to miss being close enough to wake up in the middle of the night and listen to the sound of him breathing.

I have pictures. And I'll always hold the memories we made in that house dear to my heart, but I wish that we had made plans to buy a home sooner. I'm hopeful that when we move again in two years, it will be to a home that JR can call his own and remember fondly. Until then, we can only work towards moving forward.