Wednesday, 30 March 2016

The quarter quell

A quarter of 2016 is gone.

25%

91 days out of 365...

Can anyone tell me please where the time has gone?? I feel like it was only yesterday that we were cutting christmas cake and drinking too much champagne....and only now has the proverbial "New Year's hangover" kicked in.

The first month of this year honestly felt like the aftermath of a frontal lobotomy. My brain was completely donated to my daughter at birth, of this I am 100% convinced. Trying to juggle going back to work and still dealing with being an amateur at motherhood is hard! On a good day I feel like a complete muppet, and I can only hope that this is a temporary affliction - it really is quite difficult getting by without one's brain...


In my moments of lucidity, I find myself wondering how we must have spent our spare time before bubs came along. My conclusion is that we probably spent it poorly, and definitely did not appreciate it at all, as it now seems to be some sought after fantasy that is forever out of reach. How I miss those selfish walks alone, and the irresponsibility of being able to drop everything and disappear to Durban for a quick evening treat at the movies. On the same note though, I couldn't imagine my life without mini-me. She has brought such joy and happiness to our lives, I wouldn't swap it for anything in the world!

But I still really would like my brain back...

Wednesday, 9 March 2016

Drought

Dust in my throat, my eyes
Blue skies
Flies
Buzzing around my head
Dead
Eyes staring, pleading
Needing
Rain

Parched soil, cracked earth
Wasted girth
Birth
Of another scorching day
Away
Over the plain
Ever elusive
Rain

A brisk wind, a cloud up high
Trees sigh
My
Eyes turn to the West
Thunderous claim
A chance
Rain

Joy, fear, doubt, dread
Thoughts rush through my head
Lead
Drops on a tin roof
Heavy, promising
Fleeting
Disappointing
Drought