…and when it all feels like too much to bear, I can rest my cheek on your side, upon your soft puppy fur, and hear your heart beating. I find comfort there. Kisses too. The big sloppy kind. And love. Always. Woof.
Month: March 2012
almost always
we almost get it right
almost
but not quite
Thank you for your note on my post, “confession” today.
Thank you for the heart thoughts and love you share at your Tumblr blog as well.
Glad our paths can crisscross, even virtually, for by reading your words I can tell, we’re kindred spirits. ~ Janean
confession
Ever since conquering the multitude of dirty dishes, silverware, cups, pots, pans and recyclables on Saturday, I’ve managed to keep the sink empty and the dishwashing machine full and at the ready.
However, throughout the day yesterday, whenever I’d see something in the sink, placed there by someone other than me, I had to resist the urge to shriek like a banshee while simultaneously tamping down the desire to throw said item against the wall.
But I didn’t do either.
Instead I picked it up carefully and either loaded it in the dishwasher, washed it by hand or rinsed and recycled the damn thing.
Trying to stay on top of it.
Trying not to lose my mind, or temper.
So far so good.
(I think…)
standing in the kitchen
sunshine on my face
listening to the sounds of quiet
hum of the fridge
tick of the clock
tap of my fingers on the keys
motors filter in
from outside
children at school
husband at work
4am dog taking a morning nap
upstairs cat is just that
out of sight and earshot
time to think
space to do
in quiet if I so choose
it must be Monday morning
thank goodness
The modern version of In The Dog House = tethered to Mom in the kitchen so she can eat her Cheerios without chasing the Into Everything Because I’m A Puppy while the rest if the family is still sleeping at 7:30 on a Sunday morning. The Early Dogs have been up since 5:00. We slept in, since it’s Sunday.
Dear Olive,
I am so sorry I let you down.
It’s that dog, you see.
We’d just come in from a walk.
I’d refilled my coffee cup and was attempting to eat my breakfast.
Standing in the kitchen of course.
Per usual.
When I realized he was no longer in sight.
And I couldn’t hear him chomping on ice cubes.
Damn.
That’s trouble.
Next thing he comes ‘round the bend from the dining room.
His favorite naughty noodle place.
Well, one of them.
And there you go.
Plop.
A little gnawed at one corner.
Your cover nearly ripped asunder.
My sincerest apologies.
You deserve so much better.
Like a spot on a higher shelf.
Higher than The Dog Zone.
I will see to it.
Right after I gently and gingerly see to your wounds.
I’ll be as unobtrusive as possible.
Clear tape it is.
You are a fine piece of literature.
Pulitzer Prize Winner, and all.
Doggone that dog.
He knows he’s in the dog house.
a.k.a. on leash inside and tethered to mommy stuck in the kitchen.
That’ll show him.
Please forgive me, Olive.
I remember you.
You’re a complex woman with a hard shell and a big heart.
I found you a fascinating character study.
(Hoping flattery might get me somewhere…)
Sincerely,
Janean
Yesterday I wrote on my electronic reminder list, “Do the damn dishes. Every last one.”
I didn’t take a BEFORE picture.
Too embarrassing.
But here is my PROVING IT photograph.
The picture I took before clicking, “Done”, moving my e-reminder from unfinished business to COMPLETED.
Until breakfast tomorrow.
Or drinks in the night.
I’m out numbered you know.
Just savoring this moment.
While it lasts.
The dishwasher is running.
Thankful for that too.
Always.
My husband even said, “The sink looks nice.”
Damn straight it does.
It’s empty.
Hallelujah the dishes are DONE.
(For now.)
This bitch
I know
She has no idea how she comes off to others
you know
She just says whatever it is that is on her mind
and she does not give a damn
Not one single damn.
Someone should get that girl a mirror.
I might know her.
Some days she speaks more bluntly than others.
For it’s hard to keep the smile in place, and the words bitten back EVERY day.
What a relief sometimes to just say it.
Even if the words aren’t prettied up.
Especially then.
For it’s mentally exhausting to think one thing and say another.
it’s a half moon tonight
same as last night
glowing bright
mixed with starlight
until well past midnight
it’s a half moon tonight
Mom’s Rules
At 3am no stick chewing allowed.
Out we go to take care of business.
Back to bed when we get inside.
Because I’m mean like that.
And I’ll be meaner if I don’t get more sleep.
Woof
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