~ Waving the White Flag ~

It is one of those days friends:

It is dark, windy, non-stop pouring rain,

and I'm stuck wondering where is spring?

And where am I for that matter. . .?

The basement is doing what basements do best:  leaking.

The 'must get done' list is endless,

the basic house upkeep hasn't even been gotten to,

I had a long list of plans for the day, and where did the day go?

The child who is home schooled fights me at every turn,

the other child fights me . . . because he's been sick for five days in a row and stuck at home . . .

and because he's twelve.

I keep dropping everything, knocking stuff over and

my desk is so messy I don't know where to begin- but I must because I need it for important stuff

Like school papers that must be turned in tomorrow, mail to send out, emails to write-

And when I finally find exactly what I have been looking for-

it doesn't even work! . . . and needs a new part . . . that they're out of.

Of course.

Everything calls out to get done, nothing feels like I am doing it right,
I'm angry and jealous and tired and frustrated and immature.

I'm failing and emotional . . . and my jeans are tight:

Must be p.m.s.

Ah . . . 

and so, the sweats go on, the leftovers are brought out for dinner 

and Little House on the Prairie episodes with popcorn are the order for tonight-

I know when I'm defeated . . . for now.

Cheers!

(Ps. all the photos are from last week . . . when there was such a thing as a little sun.)