A friend of mine had recently shaved his head, and I was convinced that I would look really good with a shaved head, too. Continue reading “Dream Journal 2/28/19 | Bald”
Daily Prompt 3/1/2016 | Not A Secret Anymore
The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 3/1/2016 | Secret
“Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.”
Have these prompts have been super uninteresting and/or repetitive lately, or is it just me? I skipped several days in a row because they just weren’t good prompts. Judging by the number of responses I’ve seen for them as well, I’m not alone in feeling like this. Well, here goes. Again.
As I stated in the last Daily Prompt about secrets, which was just a few weeks ago, I don’t really have any. Actually, you should probably just go and read about that secret, which I guess is no longer a secret, because that’s about all I have. Sorry! I don’t really have any secrets, and since I no longer have friends, I am no longer a secret keeper. It is unfortunate, as I enjoy being the keeper of many secrets.
So… go ahead and read that post, because that’s the one secret-but-not-a-secret that I have.
Thanks for reading, friends!
Daily Prompt 1/28/2016 | Just Another Day
The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 1/28/2016 | Just Another Day
“Our days are organized around numerous small actions we repeat over and over. What’s your favorite daily ritual?”
I wouldn’t say that I have daily rituals, so much as my life is just one big, repetitive schedule. Being a stay-at-home mom means that every day is exactly the same, yet wildly different, as the day before it. Sleep badly, wake up, feed baby, feed me, watch cartoons, play on the floor, eat a snack, nap time, shower, lunch time, go for a walk or computer time, snack time, nap #2, dinner, playtime, bath, wrestle baby to sleep, watching Netflix, try to sleep… repeat.
Throw in a few loads of laundry and some grocery shopping once every other week, maybe a doctor’s appointment, and that’s pretty much it. The time between meals and naps is spent playing on the floor, trying to find something to distract him long enough so that I can write a post or two, trying to steal the controller/phone/remote back from him, learning our animals and colors, waiting out tiny tantrums, etc. I don’t get to have my morning coffee (I don’t drink coffee anyway), or read the paper, or watch the news, etc… my entire day revolves solely around this tiny human, what he wants to do, and his sleeping and eating schedule. I can only assume that, at some point in the future, I will be able to get some time to myself again, but until then, I’m just along for the ride.
Thanks for reading, friends.