Small Stones 8/20/16

Exhausted, I gulp down my third cup of coffee, cold and bitter from sitting on the counter.

Exhausted, I gulp down my third cup of coffee, cold and bitter from sitting on the counter. My son cries in frustration behind me, for the fifteenth time this morning, though I can’t figure out why. I put my coffee cup down, and grab my son’s raisins from the fridge. His crying ceases, and I exhale. Raisins. This is going to be a long day.

*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.

Jan

Author: Super Jan

I am an exceedingly average humanoid who is trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying to do my best.

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