Restless

There are so many things I want to do – stitch, write, organize, clean, watch a movie, take down fall decor and put up Christmas ones, and so on and so forth. But I do not know what to do. 

It’s Friday night and it is supposed to be the start of the weekend. I can drink a glass of wine, stay up late, have fun without thinking of work the next day. But instead I sit here pounding on my keyboard. 

I have always been a restless soul. I feel like I am constantly in search of something. What that something is, I do not know. All I know is that I must find that something and maybe then I will be restless no more. 

I wake up periodically at night. Almost every hour. I just randomly open my eyes, stare at the bedside clock and try my best to go back to sleep. And I love sleep, I love my naps. The funny thing is that I sleep more soundly when I am not in my own house. Last week when we were in Delaware, I slept like a baby. Not even getting up to pee in the middle of the night. Maybe it was the fact that we were on vacation and I do not have to think about anything else.

I should be doing something right now. My mind is alive but my body refuses to budge. 

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. 

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A Mother’s Concerns

I worry about him constantly, endlessly

Is he eating okay?

When he’s driving in the rain, does he turn his lights on?

When he comes home late, is it safe for him to walk to his apartment?

Is he working too much? Taking on extra shifts?

Does he get along well with his roommates? 

Do they all chip in and doesn’t let him cook all the time?

Does he miss us as much as we miss him?

Will he ever come back home? 

Does this get any easier? 
© Greymom 

Monday Blues 

  

Oh Monday, how do I hate thee?

I hate thee with a vengeance – the beginning of the week

When getting up in the morning feels like I am dragging the entire world

When I half-heartedly leave the warm confines of my bed, my pillows, my blanket

And I have to join the rest of the workforce – driving to work like zombies in an assembly line.

Where a mug of coffee is not enough to keep me awake

And memories of the weekend still lingers in my mind.

Oh how I hate Mondays! 
© Greymom 

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