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Thursday, February 25, 2010

To be or not to be...sick

No grand poetry in being sick...but here we are back at my sick house again.  For the 2nd week in a row, I have 2 out of 3 kids throwing up with belly explosions...yukky yukky yukky.  And I am sure that all 3 will eventually get it...and if I didn't think I might--then I'd be crazy.

Last night, after a wonderfully amazing night of yoga, I came home and gave my sleeping girls their night time kisses.  Or so I thought, sleeping--until #3 tells me she doesn't feel well.  I didn't think much of it, because my girls--plus myself--when we get overly tired we feel like we're gonna puke.  Oh the body is an amazing thing when it knows it needs to shut down...anyhow, I tell her to go back to sleep and go to my room.

I'm sure not 5 minutes passed before I hear the bellowing of MMMMMOOOOOOMMMMM...blah.  Throwing up in the bed and all over...oh yay at 10pm.  Needless to say then it was a night of laundry and up every hour till 5am...and all I could think of was how all-right everything was going to be.  I don't get stressed over puke or sickness in general..I'm sure its a sign of niativity--but I believe it's all ok--and it is.

So--getting up this morning at 6am to get the other two ready for school didn't come easy, but wasn't hard.  This time I thought about babies and the feeling of being beat up every morning from exhaustion.   And I knew I wasn't going to work--so I could go to sleep for an hour or so--as long as the puking had ceased.  It had at least for the moment.

Tomorrow is thankfully another day.  The belly-sick-stuff is pretty much over, but now it's recovery.  I can deal with that too...all this really makes me think of when they were probably 1,3 &5...we had a good month of being sick.  I hardly worked or went outside the house much--and I was sure insanity would set it...but since it didn't I realized I could make it through alot of sick times--hopefully not too many puking nights--but the yearly ones--I can live through.

Monday, February 08, 2010


forward thinking

walking

i shuffle my shoes

by the door


planting myself up the stairs


crawling into bed with you,

still fresh with morning sounds

you wrap your arms around

cuddling inward

outward

spoken breath between dreams


and my day is sweeter starting with you

Monday, February 01, 2010

thank you mom

***i'm leaving out details on purpose***
no one wants to hear people whine
whine
unless over a bottle of
wine....

thank you mom,
for not interferring
going to other moms
asking
did you hear this
did you hear that

for living your life

thank you mom,
so i know
it's really not ok
to go to other moms
asking
why this
why that

i know you would
have never shown up
called
other moms
daughters
unless
my very-life-long existance
depended on existing

so i know how to be a mom
to my three girls
one that doesn't whine
unless over wine
or try hard
not to
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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