Feeling messy

Earlier in the week I was feeling good.  T o g e t h e r. With it.  Neat and tidy.

Today was hard.  It has left me feeling frazzled.  E m o t i o n a l.  Messy.

It happens fast. The messiness that is life. It picks you up and tosses you around and then throws you down.


But I have just slipped my arm out from the tangle of arms and fingers that were my sleeping sons and crept from his room.

And I will make my girl put down her book and kiss her sweet cheeks goodnight and sleeptight.

And then I will sip a rooibos tea and let my husband lay on the couch with his feet squished behind me and I will tell him I love him.

And all will be well.


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