With apologies to... whomever.
This is the wall that Mommy hit.
This is the mess that covered the dress
in front of the wall that Mommy hit.
This is the meal, left out, not sealed
approaching the wall that Mommy hit.
This is the heat that spoiled the meat
in the car near the wall that Mommy hit.
This is the child who's gone slightly wild
atop the wall that Mommy hit.
These are the miles sans markers and stiles
which pass the wall that Mommy hit.
These are the sites for chiggers and mites
around the wall that Mommy hit.
This is the clock, thrown like a rock,
too early to see the wall that Mommy hit.
This is the day she ran away
but there...
there was the wall that Mommy hit.
****
Doing great, but covered insane distances of land with small children, bad maps, Titan-inspired rain storms, missing snack containers, and a pinched sciatic nerve. Zorak is settling in at work, and it is good. The boys are making their niches, and it is good. Really, it is all good, it's just exhausting. And I?
I am dying for coffee, cake, and conversation with another adult. Wouldn't that be loverly? I mean, first I'll have to back up and dust myself off a bit. These walls can make quite a mess when you're not paying attention and smack right into them, but it would be so nice.
Kiss those babies! (And then somebody put on a pot of coffee and call me!)
~Dy
9 comments:
I'm maybe a 20-hour drive NW, but I'll gladly make cake and coffee! I'll let you cry on my shoulder with no extra charge for the tissues. In the meantime, raise your right and and repeat the Guilt-Free oath: "My children will not always be this age."
As for the ages of my kiddies, I have one child fighting corporate red-tape for the promotion they promised her but now won't deliver on and the other child wants to drive a friend 3 states away this week -- while I get myself ready to handle him leaving home for college in August. Still want to trade kids' problems? :-)
LOL! Not a chance, Carolyn! I remember my road trips of youth. But thanks for the oath. That's a good one. The boys, honestly, are great. I wanted to whine a LOT more than they actually did today. I think that's it- I can only be so lost w/o fresh coffee before I stop caring where the property boundaries are, or how to get back to the highway. But even that's a good problem to have, eh?
Dy
Well, if I start now, I could be there in a couple of days.
I'm having coffee with you in my imagination....will that do?
I had a day like that last week when all I wanted was some adult company. Too bad those transporter things my boys are supposed to be inventing are not quite finished.
Well, you already know that I agree with Shannon- I wish you were here in the NW, too. But like Kim, I will make and share imaginary cake with you, heck we can all eat imaginary cake together!
And if I had your phone number, I'd call you right now!
Hugs and warm (chocolate cake warm) thoughts headed your way.
LB
I keep trying to shove a mug of french roast and a scone through the screen and it's not working! How frustrating is that?
Moving is my least. favorite. thing. to. do. I think it discombobulates (sp?) me more than anything. Wish you were nearby so we could get acquainted, though. Now, THAT would be fun.
Hang in there, Dy. I'll pray for you this morning and hope that this new day will bring some joy and adult conversation and (most importantly) some COFFEE.
Warmly,
Diane
Wish I could supply that coffee and cake ... imaginary cake is just not the same. And I LOVE the poem. :-)
You KILL me. You and Barefoot and someone else I know who just moved are ALL BLOGGING within DAYS of *moving*. I went away for 10 days of vacation, came back to a house that was cleaner than if we had *been* here the whole time, and my brain is in such a fog I don't see a blog coming anytime soon. And there is a LOT to tell! Sigh. YOU don't need coffee. But you want it, and so I'll send the Coffee Fairy your way.
I hate moving. We have decided we won't move again. Even if we are dead. The only remodel remaining in us is the installation of the detonation device. Prior to the drawing of the last breath, we just push the button, and go sky high! The visual effect would be roughly the same as an actual move, so who would know?
Ok...here's the plan. Get in the car, and drive south east through Georgia. When you get here, you can just veg out on the couch. I'll feed you but you'll have to make your own coffee. The boys will just meld in with the chaos I have here. The oldest boys can compare bike crash injuries and the littlest ones can just run crazy.
Then once you are well rested and have forgotten all about the chaos at your house, you can head back home and upon arrival shout " Great Day! Who made this huge mess?" At this point you can blame it on the only person who has been home.
There! A Vacation and a scapegoat. And not only that...your house will seem quiet and clean compaired to mine. LOL
Hey, girls, you may think moving is the worst thing to go through right now, but having lived in the same house for 27 years now, I can tell you WE NEED TO MOVE!!!! Only a major move could force us to pitch and throw all the accumulated stuff that fills every nook and cranny (plus the rest of the horizontal surfaces). :-0 But, heck, the place is paid off, and with one kid still in college, we couldn't afford to start payments over again. Property values are so screwy around here that we can't really make a lateral move either. So, it's me and the mess, together forever. (Oh, and both grandmas will probably die within the next 5 years or so, leaving us MORE STUFF! Heeeeeeeelllllllllp!!!!)
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