You came to me with heavy heart
I offered my shoulder
You poured your fears, concerns, and woes
I offered my ear
You were tired and fatigued
I offered my coffee
You had no place to sleep
I offered my bed
Now your eyes are dry
You are gone like seeds in the wind
As much as I love helping people out, it really is a shame when they appear to be using your generosity.
I booked Thursday 11th and Friday 12th off work, so that I could tend to Eliza while Frank got caught up on his work around the house.
My checklist for those two days was as follows:
Eliza’s 9-month photoshoot will be upon us all too soon.
These are some of the photos that I’m thinking of replicating.
My body went on strike from the 5am starts and 12am finishes… so I’ve been under a ton of physical fatigue. A teething infant hasn’t really helped matters either.
That’s one thing I loved about being pregnant – the hormones that my body was producing made me feel on such top form. They’re all rapidly wearing off.
My desire for my role in the household falls somewhere between the Victorian Mistress of the House, and the concept of the Stepford Wife.
I love the concept of command that the Victorian women had over their household, but also hold close the position of the woman as very much subordinate to her husband, doing all in her power to please him and sate his desires.
My ideal would thus be expressed as a medium between somber organization and happy-go-lucky air-head! (Could I have picked two more contrasting descriptions?).
