Only So Much You Can Do

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It seems I have no timeif I wake up latebut when I wake up earlyI can’t stay up past eight.I’d like to need less sleep.My baby’d like that too.But we’re getting ready for bed.There’s only so much you can do!

Laundry

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This weekthe way you grab the clean laundry out of the basketlooks a little more like the way I do itcompared to the way you did it last weekand at this ratewill I ever have to teach you to fold … Continued

Holding Pattern

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We’re in a holding pattern,not sure where to land,and we’re not just going to settlefor just any patch of sand.We’re not planning how to crash;we’re not running out of fuel.We are looking how to ground ourselvesto work towards earth’s renewal.

Morning Coffee

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I hope you made good tips last night, because I sure missed you. And if you’d come home early, to be sure I would have kissed you. But here you are, my favorite sight, next to me by morning light. … Continued

Two-Thousand and Twelve

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Well, so much for finishing all the things I was going to finish this year.There are about two-thousand and twelve lines left on this list here.But tomorrow will feel about the sameand we’ll keep doing what we need each dayand … Continued

Just a Day Behind

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It often seems that I’mjust a day behind.(Or sometimes two or three–but who’s counting? Nope, not me.)If I put “get behind”on a list of mineand didn’t get it donecould I catch up for once?

Jail

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Some people try to go to jail just so they can freeload.I’ve heard of that, and I’m sure it’s rarely true.Rare because, although we all hate to be busy,in jail we’d make escape plans just for something to do.

Comes to a Head

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It’s three thirty in the morning.She’s stillrefusing to sleep like a baby.She usually gets tired at midnightbut she’s beenfighting it lately.Genius borders disasteras the endof the term draws near.She feels like she’s missing somethingbut everythingcomes to a head here.

If Saving is Earning

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If it’s trueas I have learned“a penny savedis a penny earned”then I guessI earn a lot.It’s not what I dobut what I do not:I do not buydesigner cribs,Swarovski crystal-covered bibs,formula,Coach diaper bags,or designerspit-up rags.I do not goto shopping mallsor salonsor … Continued

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