new haircuts give fresh perspective, including a 6am wake-up call of despair that it didn't look right.
math conference leaves me bewildered and longing for a different brain, or maybe to go back to find the teacher that told me i wasn't good at it so long ago.
almost got in a throwdown with someone; didn't feel like myself but i couldn't seem to stop it. definitely stemming from insecurity. later, when said person acted like an idiot, justification seeped into my bloodstream like the best kind of bad drug.
taking great measures to not severely hurt my relationship with my children while i find them so annoying.
house full of dust, dirt and money stress, all while i decide to not have sugar during the week. inherent problem with this.
mashed potatoes with loads of earth balance make for serenity in my soul.
wild parrots hanging 'round our neighborhood greet us hello in the mornings, and stall our commute with our gazing.
heavy bag therapy means deep muscle soreness and bright eyes, coupled with the quick breath and rosy cheeks of a great workout or sex.
knowing the screens in the house are taking all of our time, and insisting next week we will live without them.
this week trying to remember that the hairstyle doesn't mean anything except that it's the hair on my head at this point in time, and certainly doesn't establish that i am a mother.
haggard becoming my go-to word to describe my state of mind and body.
reading other blogs, so happy to read other blogs, so grateful for this way to hear others' voices and stories.
throwing a cereal bowl on the school pottery wheel; inevitable talk of "ghost" and singing of "unchained melody" leads to discussion of how sad it is that patrick swayze died.
and now, with thursday coming to a close, the sounds of my children playing with the dogs in the black of the backyard while planes fly into burbank and my husband finishes his dinner in silence, reading the baseball stats on his computer. meanwhile, i sit on my bed, cross-legged, pillow as desk, other dog next to me, curled up in her circle-way that makes me want to rest my weary head on her stomach and close my eyes for sleep.
