Shake

Time slowed down, I jumped over over the couch, and pulled the dogs apart. They had been tearing at each over a bowl of food. My two year old daughter was only feet away from them. I can't remember the last time my hands shook so badly. It's been a half hour, and my hands shake still.

Falling

I don't know when it happened, or how exactly, but I've fallen in love. I supposed that's what this is. This floating, falling, flying sensation follows me everywhere I go. Thoughts of him sit on my forehead, and poke at me every moment. Yep. Love. Or stalker like obsession. Which ever.

Migraine

I have a migraine.
I don't get them often, rarely even, but when I do it's bad.


Tears fall down my cheeks as I struggle against the agony in my head. I have a ice pack under my neck, a pillow over my eyes, and still the pain remains. I try to remain still; every movement sends needles into my eyes and temples. My husband is sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly rubbing my arm, trying to comfort me while he surfs the web on his tablet.
Another wave of pain hits, and I feel his hand gently tighten on my arm, remining me to try and keep my muscles relaxed.
"Deep breaths babe."
"Are your migraines this bad?"
Yes."
"And you get them all the time..."
"Yep."
"I'm so sorry I'm not more sympathetic when you get them..."
"Its okay, just focus on breathing for now. Kay?"
"I love you."
He turns and lifts up the pillow, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "I love you too babe. Now shush, and breathe."
I close my eyes again, and focus on taking deep breaths; all the while thanking God that I've been blessed with such a wonderful man as my husband.

Drops

It's now my day off.
I will be going to sleep.
Dreaming of rain drops.

Middle

The hardest part of any journey is the middle.
You'd think it would be the beginning. Where do I start?
The end maybe? It's over what do I do now?
No.
The hardest part is the middle, when you've already gotten past the initial takeoff and are now trying to talk yourself out of doing what ever it is you set out to do in the first place.
It's not that important. You didn't really wanna do this anyway. I know you wanna just quit. This is too hard. You'll never make it to the end.
Definitely the middle, but if you can work past all the middle stuff, and keep your eyes lifted up, and looking for the end, then maybe, just maybe you'll finish what you started.

Reps

"Lunge left."
"Lunge right."
"Lunge left."
"Lunge right."
"Alright on to a new exercise. Let's try squats. Ready? Go!"
"Down."
"Up."
"Down."
"Up. Up. You're quite finishing your rep. Try again with this next one."
"Down. Down."
"I am down you stupid fitness game!" And now I'm screaming at a video game...

Death and Dread

As children we never think that our pet will go away sometime. As children pets, like our parents, are immortal. They can do any trick, out run any critter, fetch any ball. Eventually though, they do die, and we have to face the harsh reality that is death.
I feel that it is almost impossible to explain death to a child.

"Where is (_____)?
"They died."
"When are they coming back?"
"They aren't coming back."
"Don't they want to be with me?"
"Yes sweetheart, but they can't."
"But if they want to then why don't they just come back?"
"It doesn't work that way honey."

I can honestlly say I dread having this talk with my daughter.