Journey to the Gates

My eyelids are getting heavy...
 

Hearbeat growing faint.
 

My last breath passes softly...
 

Breaking the ties of this mortal plane.
 

Memories flicker through my mind...
 

of the beautiful life I've lived.
 

Pain recedes to nothing...
 

As light softly bathes my skin.
 

My weary soul, at long last,
 

 Is finally at rest.
 

I long to take you with me...
 

But I must journey on alone.
 

Please dry your tears and smile for me...
 

God has welcomed me home!

Flittering

Flittering

Passing fancy,

Fluttering whim.

Jaunting in this

window of my mind

and flitting back out again.

I entertain your

existence

but a moment...

before my musing laughter

sends you scattering

to the winds.

I smile wistfully.

hoping our paths

will cross again.

Life of a Perpetually Amused Mom

Well, it's finally here...the start of Hormone season...keep alert for frequent mood changes, large wind gusts from frequent yelling, and possible damage from thrown objects. Frequent hormone watches may affect your area! If your area is affected by a hormone warning please grab a bowl of chocolate ice cream and proceed to the nearest closet to take cover. In the event of a raging hormonal storm, hold bowl of ice cream over your head and pray! Yes, it is thebeginning  of the school year...wish me luck as I will be trapped in a house with 2 preteen girls...! This has been a public service announcement! :)

Life of a Perpetually Amused Mom

I smell coffee! *sniffs appreciatively* *follows smell into hallway* *inhales hugely and gags on cloud of perfume* *coughs and sputters in shock* The Raggy Side has gassed me! *whispers to Obipon* Smart adversaries, they are! (I do believe we will be downgrading to a "less scented" perfume seeing as they feel they need to wear the entire bottle at once!)



The training of Princess Littlepad and her evil tormentor, Darth Mustyodor, is coming to an end. Summer looms endlessly before me...filled with tampon lightsaber battles and hormone-fueled peasant riots...Why must school end? *sigh* *sips coffee and enjoys the peaceful life*....

Life of a Perpetually Amused Mom

Jadyn (my youngest daughter): Mom, can I go swimming? 

Me: Have you done your dishes yet? 

*Intermission for small preteen screaming tantrum followed by angry muttering* 

10 MINUTES LATER: Mom, I can't do dishes because we have no dish soap! *sips coffee while remembering I just washed a coffee mug 15 minutes ago with a 3/4 full bottle of dish soap* 

Walking into the kitchen, I realize that the dish soap monster has struck again and left behind his calling card of 6 mason jars filled with a blue soap-like substance hidden behind the dish drainer. *grins and sips my coffee* diabolical little monster, isn't he? ;)

Life of a Perpetually Amused Mom

Waving at my daughters as they head off to school, I am silently chuckling inside, thinking about our morning. It starts, per the usual, with a blanket tug of war and the evil Darth Vader death stare from both of them...afterwards it quickly dissolves into World War 3: Hormone Edition. They have their own drama series in my mind called "Star Rags". Mainly because of their creativity with weapons choice :) *chuckles* My trip to the coffee pot is often fraught with danger since I must brave the hallway between the bathroom and their headquarters :) It's all good unless you unwittingly wander into a tampon lightsaber duel or catch a curling iron cord trip wire meant for the enemy...my natural clumsiness often makes this quite entertaining.  The name of some "mom" person (not sure who this is? *giggles*) is often bandied about the house followed by phrases such as "Mom, she looks like a jackwagon! Make her change her clothes!" *scratching my head* What is a jackwagon? Does anyone know what it is and is it okay for my daughter to look like one? *sips my coffee* :) Hope this brought some levity to your day and hope you keep coming back for more! I may add some more of our early morning experiences soon! :)

Fateful Heart

Fateful Heart

 

What cruel trick is this..

to love and not receive?

To reach for

and never touch?

Fate wields her spiteful power

with an uncaring flick of wrist;

and goes about her duty

with nary a backward glance.

"What of me?", I cry!

"Is my pain unworthy of your notice?"

"Does my heart's blood upon the floor

not garner your attention?"

Yet she strolls on,

ever the cruel mistress.

 I languish here in agony,

bereft and alone...

Until life wanders past and admonishes,

"Come, you must journey on."