December 06, 2006

A tone poem in the key of whine

Hither yon, hither yon.
Coming going, rushing rushing.
Overcommitted. Rundown and sniffly.
Both grownups working too hard/much
Inpatient with boisterous toddler.
Short end of stick and burnt ends of candle.
3 short hours together spent pushing and prodding to either school or dinner, bath or bed.
Short-tempered when I should be warm.
Less a mom than a guardian it seems sometimes.
Working families.
So many people, so little time doing the things most important.
Is it just the dark? The weather? The holidays?
Really?
Some time soon. Reevaluate, reconfigure, renew.
Posted by Pagalina at 11:23:54 | Permanent Link | Comments (2) |
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1 - I hear a cry for help in here. I think you and Richard need a vacation sans toddler. (Comment this)

Written by: Simone Larson at 2006/12/06 - 18:32:09
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2 - I think we need our jobs to cool the f*ck down! that's what! :) today was just HIDEOUSLY busy. lots of afterwork committments too, just too darn much! We do get a night away while we're visiting his family (thanks mom-in-law!) we'll be in a hotel even! wheeeeeee! and the weekend isn't far away either. (Comment this)

Written by: pagalina at 2006/12/06 - 20:32:51
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