Moving forward

Moving forward. Putting one foot in front of the other. Getting over it. Moving on. Eyes in front. Don’t look back.

These things are scary.

Brave

I’m linking up with The Gypsy Mama today, where we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

“We finger paint with words. We try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.”

Update On My Nasty Voice

So my husband had to remind me to check my tone while we were grocery shopping yesterday. (I guess he recently read my post.)

I had promised myself that I would use the count-to-5 rule before I opened my mouth and said anything in response to anyone, not just my kids.

Short Fuse Syndrome

Anyone else suffering from Short Fuse Syndrome (SFS) lately?

I am. It creeps up on me.

Lost…not the show…the feeling

Lost. Misplaced. Out of my element. Disconnected. Sad. Confused. Anxious. Weary. Distressed. Tired. Worn out. Hopeless. Weak.

My Nasty Voice Has to Go

I have been so stressed and busy for the last … oh, I don’t know 10-15 years, that I have developed, without really realizing it, a voice that I use automatically when someone asks me something.

Preach much?

As a mother, I am always Preaching.

Practising is a much harder Practice for me.

Resentful, yet strong

Usually, I don’t mind being creative to get my kids to do normal things like eat, sleep, brush their teeth, put their coats on, etc. And creative I must be, because, for some reason, my little ones, despite routine, seem to forget from day to day that these things must be done.

But when I’m tired, the thing that I resent the most is that I HAVE TO BE CREATIVE to get my kids to eat, sleep, brush their teeth, put their coats on, etc.

This Darn Bug

Dear Bug,

Where are you hiding?