I came here, ready to write the day away.
I stubbed my toe against a corner closet-step.
I warmed my coffee pot instead.
Flopping down to the chair that needed me, like everything else in the room:
the children crying, my plants are dying, the cold called me too.
I grabbed my socks put them on, fed the babies with tiny spoons.
Sipped my mocha piping hot and then I could not write.
Ah-ey, there goes my day.
It’s definitely like that sometimes!
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Reblogged this on Visionarie kindness.
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Perhaps the definition of “bittersweet” but mostly sweet.
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indeed so true Happy Sunday to you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Sarah's Attic Of Treasures and commented:
My days go like that and I don’t have any kids.
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awe, thank you kindly Sarah’s Attic of Treasures, wow- what an honor… My heart is glad, wishing you a lovely day. Truly my day has been made 🙂
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I am glad I helped make your day. Hugs my frriend.
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