Daylight Savings
Biggest load of crap.
It’s only an hour, my ass.
The worst hour of my year.
(Hour is one syllable to me, or at least I pretend it is for haiku when it’s convenient, but sometimes I say it with two…”Ow-er.” You?)
Archive for the ‘haiku’
5-7-5
1.
I am inspired.
Dalai Lama quotes hit home.
Wisest man on earth?
2.
That’s Incredible!
Oprah’s going to try it.
That was a great show.
It’s hard to believe
it’s been done since ‘84.
I still remember.
3.
Never-ending job.
Laundry is my nemesis.
A full load each day.
4.
Watching Oprah now.
Adoption is such a gift.
I can’t imagine.
The pain of wonder…
never knowing what happened.
Bawling my eyes out.
Weekend Haiku
Printing the letters
from the last year and a half.
A little behind.
How to find the time?
Scrapbooks are truly precious
Gifts of memories.
Blogging does suffer.
But it’s completely worthwhile.
A priority.
When we are not here
The scrapbooks will tell stories.
Letters from their mom.
Back To Work Haiku
D-Day has arrived.
Back to work in the morning.
Kids are home with Dad.
All for the pension.
Really don’t want to go back
Yet. Want to stay home.
It will be a month
Until I get a paycheque.
Have benefits though.
So, that’s something right?
I can get a massage now!
Love me a massage.
Kids love their dayhome.
Trying to be positive.
We will all be fine.
Camping Haiku
Spent outdoors with family
All quality time
Thanks to some great friends
Kids experienced camping
Their first time ever
We’re former campers
Not brave enough to tent now
So we borrowed a trailer
Slept off the ground
But still got the idea
And had SO much fun
Their first campfires
Roasted marshmallows and pies
Sleeping in a bunk
Exploring nature
It doesn’t get much cooler
Creates memories
Now we’re all smelly
As is everything we own
The laundry begins.
Life, in Haiku
Have you done a prank?
Time is a ticking, people.
Don’t poop the party.
Laryngitis sucks
But makes me a better mom
No yelling – more hugs
Working on photos
is keeping me from blogging.
Everything, really.
Pics from three sessions
hanging over my big head.
Must edit and print.
I love what I do
but it all takes so much time.
Can’t keep up. Who can?
Laundry floor is full.
Not even time for basics.
Playing is more important.
Three more months ’til work
Dread it more than anything
Where’s my lottery?
Leaving my babies
But with someone amazing
At least we hope so
First month with their Dad
Two weeks with Grandma Betty
Then the dreaded day
Seems kind and gentle
Twelve years of experience
Glowing references
Let’s hope kids agree…
No career before sad kids
I’d live in a box
Double Dog Dare You Haiku
Do you love reading?
I think you will love this one.
I can’t put it down.
I am excited
to challenge you to a duel.
Or a dare. Whatevs.
Please stay tuned for more
some time in the next week-ish.
Nothing beats a book.
Poo Poo Haiku
Cat poo is real gross.
I wish Thai thought it was too.
He thinks it’s dessert.
Dogs are kind of sick.
Rolling in their puke.
Cat shit not enough?
Every haiku I ever write will officially be an ode to Leslie. I love hers. You would too. She’s a way better writer than I am, but this may be the only way I have time to write a post if Bella continues with this whole never-sleeping-thing that she seems to be digging. By the way, check out Leslie’s skinny ass when you get a sec. She’s amazing.
