I’m less of a Zombie Mom now.
Even before I take the first sugar laden bite.
Brewed just four cups o’coffee this morning.
Beauty is, they all four fit in this wonderful m&m mug from my sister.
A souvenir from one of her Vegas trips.
I’ve never been.
See, feeling downright chatty now.
More like myself.
Ahhhh, much better.
~ Janean

Note to Self

Next time start coffee BEFORE you go to get the donuts. Home at 7:40a.m. Starting it now. Then yum. My eyes are a little more open. Enough to see the naughty noodle things my puppy is up to. My children are singing the zombie song from Plants vs. Zombies. They make me grin. Feeling less like a Zombie Mom already. Even before sugar and caffeine infusion. That’s a good sign.

Roots

mikefrawley:

Before a tree
can reach the sky
it first must form its root

Actively growing
instinctively knowing
lacking this it bears no fruit

So also we human beings
are very much the same
to grow we need a base

Prayer and Meditation
provide the foundation
leading us to a sacred space

Here given strength
in the presence of God
is a place we already know

All problems solved
our fears released
solidly rooted, now we grow

I love trees and the powerful imagery and meaning of these words.

Sunrise over the backyard at 6:50am.
On a Saturday.
Been up since 5:00.
I am A Dog Mom now.
He woofed.
My feet hit the floor to let him out.
You know.
To go.
Stayed up.
Might as well.
Morning is here.
Loving the coffee.
And the Puppy & Me time.
He’s A Good Dog.
My Blue.
Just as well I didn’t know
That it was only ten degrees
Until AFTER our 20 minute morning walk
He’s ready for a nap now
Smart Boy that he is
Of course it’s as my other boys are waking up
The two smaller ones
And the big one
The sun is rising higher
The sky is brighter
Saturday has Officially Begun

playin’ possum

I live in a house with three possums
not the pink tailed, beady eyed kind
the pretending to sleep while the dog barks in the early morning kind
there is a cat in the house too
she might as well be part possum
since she’s tucked in too
cozied up to those other possums
burrowed under soft covers
in rooms dark
for the sun has yet to rise
while the early dog and I got outside to take care of business
and he woofs the house down
so excited for his breakfast
and sits at the bottom of the stairs
waitin’ for the rest of the family
to stop playin’ possum
and wake up
to play with him
(the dog)

too much of a gentleman

he’s too much of a gentleman
to put the blame on me
it wasn’t the woofing of the dog
coughing of son number one
or morning grumbles of son number two
that awoke him this morn
from his workin’ mids (3-11)
just unhooked from chemo slumber
it was me
rummaging in the closet for clothes
that jolted him awake
but when I gave him multiple choice
the dog?
youngest son?
he just quietly said, “No”
not elaborating
as he ate a pop tart for breakfast
and took some medicine
before tucking back in
to sleep a little longer
later it dawned on me
but he was too much of a gentleman
to say so