I am overwhelmed to be writing this piece; my fingers are tingling and my heart has been racing ever since Tuesday; two days ago. I am constantly tired and I can feel my body being dragged behind strength (I don’t even know what that means! But I’ve been saying weird exciting things since Tuesday). Nevertheless, I am super duper excited and I have never been this eager to live life
November! First, let me just get it out of the way that today is Charles’s birthday. But that’s okay… I’m good. I didn’t call him and I wasn’t tempted to. He’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. We’ll both be fine. This month has been a month of planning for me majorly. Materially: I have begun to buy baby stuff. Clothes, socks, bath materials, feeding utensils, baby oils and powder, even
Father why do we all scamper; When you come home tired from work? Could it be that you carry all year’s work on your back ? Or that we were superimposed upon you as your children and you’d rather not see us? *** Mother, why do scream at us so loud; Like someone with an inbuilt amplifier? Could it be that you don’t think our tiny ears can accommodate your
How did I get to be in this place, at this time, for this reason? We are about 6 girls now. We are basically girls. The oldest of us would probably be that girl sitting at the far end of the bench opposite mine, reading a Joyce Meyer book (very inappropriate for the moment except she’s desperately looking for some conviction and last minute excuse to get out of here).