Poetry Friday Word for tomorrow, and the bitch within
Not last night, but the night before….
The storms came. Shook the house with cannon booms, rattling both kids out of their beds and into ours. It’s a queen bed, but it still fit…papa, boy, girl, mama. Curled and cuddled. I left to get Kleenex to sooth spring sneezing, and came back to find boy and girl had curled up together, him in the protective brother pose, she clutching the sleeping agent known as Pink Baby. My heart melted.
We didn’t sleep much. Thunder, lightning, and the endless kettledrum of rain at the window, which is soothing to me but no one else in the house. The kids were restless, and I had to prop my arm uncomfortably under my head to accomodate the extra bodies and the tossing, turning, kicking, grabbing, whimpering.
My hair is a fuzzy kinky mess from the humidity.
The air smells like wet animals, damp socks, and moldy earth.
It’s kinda nice, truth be told.
The Poetry Friday Word for tomorrow is RAIN. Please feel free to use it in your blog post tomorrow, in whatever manner dampens your squeegee…poem, story, photo, recipe for chicken n’ dumplings, audio post of you in the rain fiddling with your car keys while the groceries fall out of the bag….
I haven’t posted the last few days, which felt strange, but I had nothing to say that wasn’t bitching. And I’m just tired of bitching. Because I always bitch about ME and the stupid goings-on of my body. It still sucketh, don’t get me wrong. And I DID have a breakdown at work on Tuesday, when it seemed I would never get better. I cried for nearly an hour with my friend Connie, who has, luckily for me, gone through the same thing and gave me endless amounts of strength and advice. Dammit, but we all need girlfriends like that.
I think now, my head has stopped spinning and writhing. My body has calmed down. I’m still crossing fingers and toes and every body part that The Pill will be Magic.
And today, I brought cookies to work.