the weekend arrives and i stir things. inhale, spice, taste, slow cook. stir and stir. watch movies, light candles, peg up clean things, read books, have snuggles with small people. i keep thinking i'm finally balancing classroom and home, and then something happens and the plughole slurps.
cue monday night, everyone in the dining room doing their homework thing. suddenly, there's water all over the floor.. a tidal wave coming in through all doors.. towel sandbanks, firemen, carpet suckymotor, eventual carpet removal.
now we're camping out on the concrete floor and it seems that the sum of my energy reaches to keeping the existing balls in the air, not extra clean-ups. so i stir things, inhale, spice, taste, slow cook, get lost in another book, swallow the drowning feeling, unrush the adrenalin, avoid the outside world, stir and stir.
this life, i wonder how everyone else does it..