Breaktime Prattle: This is my Life

I’m sitting, chewing strawberry gum, lips smacking like a cow, in a most unattractive office on my break

Scabby, drab, upholstery-type wallpaper completely unadorned

File cabinets laden with various junk in plastic tubs and labeled card boxes

More supplies stacked up, a teetering tower in the corner

A feeble attempt at a half stocked coffee bar looking lonely

The page looking less blank now since I spat out the description of the little room that currently contains me

Glancing periodically at the timer on my phone

As the minutes of my freedom dwindle

And I must return to the cage I get paid to hulk around in

Until I can go home to the cage I much prefer

Where I am free again

Oh, pish posh

Maybe not

But home is at least closer

To heaven

Then this unsightly place

I’m guessing Jesus felt this way when he surveyed the stable 😀

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Whipped Up

I’m not the center

The world doesn’t stop for me

Doesn’t stop spinning

Even when I’m dizzy and stumbling around

Desperate for a firm place to stand

It rotates mindlessly on in utter disregard for my confusion

It doesn’t care when I’m in crisis

Every time I’m thrown off balance

Every moment I’m without my equilibrium

I can do one of two things

I can lie low and hurl and groan

And let my eyes roll into my head

And die a tiny death ad infinitum

A sure spiral down to an early grave

Or I can ask myself

Whether or not

My world needed

A little bit of shaking up

And hold on

And go for the ride of my life

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My Prayer for Today

Shoot me some shimmer please, Lord

I need a little bling to boost my mood

A black cloud is looming, like I’ve closed my eyes for far too long

If I open them

Will you drop some sparkle in each one

A little soft sunshine to soothe my frayed edges

Not asking for much

Just a gentle touch

Of gold here and now

Kiss my forehead

Caress my shoulder

Drench the sadness in warmth and glitter

Help me remember that life in you is light and love and joy

Set my spirit right

In your kindly glow

Amen

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What are We Waiting For?

I have a confession to make. I was a Ferberizer. If you aren’t familiar with this term, a Ferberizer is a person who prescribes to Dr. Ferber’s approach for training an infant to sleep. When I think back on those early years with my children, the newborn stage was, by far, the most difficult for me. You see, I adore sleep and have generally been very good at it, sleeping on average seven to nine hours a night. Going from a healthy, luxurious eight hours of sleep, to sleeping three hours before being awoken by a cute, tight-fisted, red-faced, screaming narcissist was a nightmare. Within a month’s time, I was transformed from a relatively fashionable, semi-capable human being, to an unkempt, waitingbaby-2387661__4802smelly, baggy-eyed, babbling zombie, which is why I was a Ferberizer. It was imperative that I find the quickest way back to my cozy bed and the sweetest of dreams. You can read all about Ferber and his methods here, but essentially, when it was time for your babe’s beddy-bye, you placed your little one in the crib awake. The premise was that the child needed to learn to fall asleep on his own and self soothe, if need be, without any cuddling, rocking, or excessive bum patting on the part of the parent. Inevitably, the crying would begin. The parent was to wait an increment of time and then go in and give their offspring a few gentle pats of reassurance and exit the room once more and continue doing this until the child went to sleep. Eventually, the kid, squawking, waiting for his mother’s return would think, “Aw, nuts, she’s not coming back and this is exhausting” and he’d peter out into a restful slumber. Sometimes, this worked perfectly and sometimes it was an agonizing waiting game, but whatever you think of this method, I believe it taught my children a valuable lesson: sometimes, in life, one has to wait.
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