One Hour

It's noon
And I'll have one hour.
A sweet, quiet moment
(Actually 3,600 seconds)
With no shouts of
I need, I want or No.
My Yes hour
My Anything hour.
Boys are outside,
She's napping.
And I find
A sunny spot,
Drag the beanbag over
To catch the heat.
It's 7degrees outside,
Toes warm in here.
Then,
As the smoke
From our woodstove
Disappears
Into the cold January air,
It's gone.
Hour's up!
Voices fill the house
Gradually like wispy snow
Generating motion,
A snowstorm.
One hour and
Kids in, Game's on,
Go Seahawks!

Back in the Game

After 4 years of sleep deprivation while raising babies and toddlers, it is safe to say that I am now out of the Baby Fog!  Time to begin writing daily again, as so many ideas seem to be popping into my well-rested mind.  (I also discovered I am gluten intolerant, Celiacs according to blood tests, and fixing my diet has made life soooooo much better!)

Cindy, if you are interested, pick up your camera and post again!  You have new subject matter to document!  Robyn, you are busy with lots of stuff and your photos are awesome.  Would be a fun project again.  Maybe a "weekly post" instead of daily?

All in favor, say "I". :)