She looked at her living room floor. It looked like war had been waged here (a battle of toys to end all battles)...
"Do you enjoy being drenched in the stench of poop all day long? Do you enjoy walks around the block in the wee hours of the morning? Do you enjoy long working hours in a high-decibel environment? If you think sleep is for the weak, that showers are overrated and enjoy being underappreciated, then look... Continue Reading →
"Lisa Mae, I need you to run over to Miss Davis' house and ask her to borrow a bowl of sugar." "Did you mean a cup momma?" "If I wanted a cup of sugar, I'd be asking for a cup. No, a bowl, a bowl of sugar child, pay attention, I am in no mood.
She looked at the pile of cups, plates and half-used utensils that she had been ignoring for two days and felt herself die a little. "Am I the only adult with two functioning hands in this house?" she thought. "Doesn't this bother him?" Apparently, her husband could care less and she would, once again, be... Continue Reading →
He woke up with a startle and was instantly put into a foul mood. He hadn't meant to fall asleep next to her, but she had that effect on him. As he looked around the room, his anger grew. She had done it again. Nothing was where he had left it. All the papers that... Continue Reading →
My solitude My silence My passion My pain The effort alone it takes to regain The level of quiet is insane I can't stand it... Most days I tell my brain it needs to shut up Stop dwelling on all the ways I messed up Today Yesterday The day before that It's useless I'm just... Continue Reading →