Every Friday, I participate with about 130 people in the 5 minute friday post. Feel free to join us and link your post up to the gypsy mama. Today’s prompt is: Every day.
Every day, I struggle to wake up and do the things I need to do. Every day I wake up with a broken heart and remnants of heartache from my childhood. Every day I wake up with a broken heart over broken dreams which I brought on myself and have to live with. Everu day I wonder why I am living the life that I am living. But every day the thought of my kids brings a smile to my face. Every day, I listen for their noises, telling me that they are getting ready for school. Every day, lately, I make sure Anna is up and give Nibbles his water bottle back to him, taking it away from Layla, who steals it every day. I speak to them softly and lovingly, especially since they are so jumpy.
Every day, I wake witht he hope that I can get much accomplished during the day, sometimes feeling like I can, sometimes feeling like I need more sleep.
Every day, I wake up with my head more clear than it was the night before. I think better in the morning. Every day, I look forward to my morning cereal, lately with honey to help my allergies.