Making Castles In The Sky
It shocks me how debilitating a simple things like cramps can be. I feel so dead, so run over, so wrung out right now.
My stomach keeps rolling into a fist and punching me. I feel like I need to vomit but at this point I don't even think that'll help anything. Is it okay to wake up and feel more exhausted than you did when you went to bed the night before?
I'm at work and I've got no choice. I have bills I have to pay and even if I wanted to leave and spend the day balled up in bed I couldn't because we're understaffed.
I'd like to be little again, just for a while. Maybe six or seven years old. I want mornings at the farmers market with Mommy, afternoons with a pile of National Geographic magazines and a plate full of apple slices on the couch, making blanket forts in the living room with Ham, rain walks and puddle stomping, bird watching, lunches with Grandma at Comforts, listening to records, baths with my sister and I both mashed together and accusing each other of pooping in the tub, family story time reading "Little House on the Prairie" in my parents bed at night, salt dough and glitter, my rats Pearl and Lily, sprinklers and bobbing for apples at the block party.
Mmmhmm.
I think I'll go back.
My stomach keeps rolling into a fist and punching me. I feel like I need to vomit but at this point I don't even think that'll help anything. Is it okay to wake up and feel more exhausted than you did when you went to bed the night before?
I'm at work and I've got no choice. I have bills I have to pay and even if I wanted to leave and spend the day balled up in bed I couldn't because we're understaffed.
I'd like to be little again, just for a while. Maybe six or seven years old. I want mornings at the farmers market with Mommy, afternoons with a pile of National Geographic magazines and a plate full of apple slices on the couch, making blanket forts in the living room with Ham, rain walks and puddle stomping, bird watching, lunches with Grandma at Comforts, listening to records, baths with my sister and I both mashed together and accusing each other of pooping in the tub, family story time reading "Little House on the Prairie" in my parents bed at night, salt dough and glitter, my rats Pearl and Lily, sprinklers and bobbing for apples at the block party.
Mmmhmm.
I think I'll go back.