Poetry Was Never My Strong Suit

Kim from MomImpact is giving away a ticket to Type-A Parent in Asheville. All we have to do is write a haiku discussing why we want to go. And - of course - we have to be members of MomImpact.

Easy, right? Then why did my mind go blank? I couldn't even remember the form of a haiku. Three lines, I remember that. And umm 5-7-5? 5-7-6? Thank you Google. A haiku is 5-7-5, so some of my high school English classes stuck with me. New knowledge? A haiku traditionally contains a seasonal reference and a cutting word. Now that's pressure.

So here goes:

Summer, let me go:
Knifing my way to Asheville
Vision board, fulfilled!

Hmmm... not quite up to standards. Then again, that might be as best as it gets for me. More tries:

Type-A Parent opp:
Spring-like renewal for blog
Slice away stale edge.

Kids home for summer.
Husband home, too, then there's me.
Kim: help a girl out!

Blissdom: learned to
create Facebook page for blog.
What will Type-A add?

Asheville, peace, learning.
Good reasons all, yet there's more.
Friends... and alcohol.

Oops, those last two forgot the season and the cutting word. Last try!

"Cut it out!" I say
Summer returns old routine.
Save my sanity?

My ambition to be a poet has been killed. My apologies to all who enjoy good poetry! As for the hair donation reveal? Tomorrow. I'm giving it a full week to get used to it, but I promise - details and a picture tomorrow.

Freschetta By the Slice giveaway here
$35 gift certificate to DaySpring here

I'm Becoming Me Again

Today: ran, read, wrote.

Frequently doing my choice,

at home, loving it.

The wee ones are fed.

We play and have fun and work,

getting used to Mom.

Commitments are met;

my inbox unread are down.

Piles are decreasing.

I went out to eat.

I feel like I have friends again.

Next: Mani pedi?

I'm into Week Two of my leave of absence, and I can't believe how quickly the time is flying by. While I'm not getting nearly done what I thought I would (outgrown clothes are still unsorted, I haven't packed the eggs for the Easter Egg Hunt, and my filing hasn't been touched), I've been cooking dinner each night and playing with the wee ones, getting to the gym, feeling mostly caught up with the PTO, and I think I'm less crabby.

May 24 is coming up really quickly. Here's hoping I'm ready for it!

This Is SO Not My Time Of Year

Winter: A Haiku

Grey. Rainy. Dreary.

Drops outside my window fall.

I detest winter.

**

The leaves are now gone.

Bare branches, all that remain,

Cold, promising more.

**

Flakes here, wind blows there.

One last leaf falls to the ground.

Lonely, flittering down.

**

Skies grow yet darker.

The winds blow from the north now.

Winter's here. Let's hide.