Do you also find that normal life has a tempo?
Like a rhythm -
that gets lost during the holiday season?
Now, I might not like the rhythm -
specially since it generally involves getting up at 5am
to get DH on his merry way,
and various other kinds of domestic labour -
but it has a certain regularity about it that's comforting.
Holidays are great for the wekkers (SA for workers)
but for the mamas, it is usually
lots more work.
For a start, DH seems to be hungry all the time.
The mere sight of me seems to trigger an immediate desire for food.
And I live here
Do the maths
And his capacity for tea is positively frightening
I should get a tax rebate on tea
Well, I didn't have anything to write today
And I wanted to
so this is what you got
Today - faint tremblings of a return to 'the tempo'
And I'm looking forward to getting
into its rhythm.
(*With apologies to the working fraternity*)