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whiny entry

I’m tired, feeling yucky, hungry, tired and miserable. DH had the flu all weekend, so I got to play nurse to him while taking care of munchkin and myself by myself. Fortunately “myself” wasn’t doing too bad this weekend, but unfortunately I had been planning on having DH help with the kid so I could use the weekend to get WORK done. No such luck. Now today, once DH is back out the door at work, I feel like crap — pregnant crap, not flu crap at least — and STILL am getting NOTHING accomplished. I’m feeling burnt out and am LOATHING the idea of having to go to work tomorrow. I’ve been a freaking emotional mess today and am being an awful mom leaving munckin in his crib long after his nap. He’s entertaining himself and hasn’t cried to get out, but really I owe him some attention, a diaper change, and dinner.

I’m so tired. And damnit, I’m crying again.

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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