Picket Fences

“Monday, Monday” by the Mama’s and the Papa’s.  "...Every other day, every other day Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes A you can find me cryin' all of the time Monday, Monday, can't trust that day Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way Oh Monday, Monday, won't go away Monday, Monday, it's here to stay Oh Monday, Monday Oh Monday, Monday..." I am singing that song TODAY! Monday started at 1:00 this morning when I got woke up out of a deep sleep, and well…it went from there. One thing after another. I’ve had tears…I’ve said "the words.” Yep, it’s a Monday. Not just for me, but my husband and sister are having a Monday too. One negative thing after another. How can Sunday be so sweet…and then Monday happens? And then I think about my sister in law’s aunt whose last day was today. It makes me appreciate even the Monday’s that wear a pers...

Moving. Packing...packing...packing. Sick child. Exhausted Mom. Video game break with sick child. Screams of panic fill the room. Screams of frustration fill my mind. Spilled smoothie all over couch. Heavy sigh. Words of frustration push against my closed lips. Words of apology rush from her lips. A post from Facebook goes through my mind. A child's sad face...it takes a minute to clean up a spilled mess...it takes a lifetime to heal from angry words. I keep my mouth shut and get busy taking the covers off the couch cushions with the hopes it didn't seep through the foam. I throw the covers and towels into the already overflowing laundry pile and push against overwhelming feelings that make me feel...very tired. Back over at the couch. I scrub the back side of it. When her words hit me like a piercing knife through my heart. "I am so ashamed of myself. I..." I stand. "Shame will get you absolutely no where. Learn from what happen...