I am in week three of a neck/shoulder injury and I would just like to say, Ow. I went to the chiropractor for the first time in my life. Interesting. It has definitely helped me. I would say the pain is about on a level three, down from a solid nine. (one being a mosquito bite, ten being child birth)
The neighbors are getting a new roof today. It sounds like a giant making popcorn on his stove. These sorts of things make me nervous, that is homeowners repairing and maintaining their homes. I feel like a failure because I have no money to keep up the house and I don't work hard enough to do everything that I can do. Maybe I can at least do my house work this morning. That might make me feel better. Couldn't hurt.

Stacked and Piled

Stacked and Piled by Nancy Thomas

My life is full of children wild,

they run and play,

in carefree ways,

and always in the kitchen now,

dirty dishes, stacked and piled.

In single days, my mother smiled

to hear me say,

“Order is the parents' way.”

but these days I must wade and plow,

through toys and tots all stacked and piled.

My hair has not been washed or styled,

my nails are bad,

my wardrobe sad,

and ever, always, mounds and mounds

of dirty laundry, stacked and piled.

Children won't be stamped and filed

sticky messes

tangled tresses

but always at bedtime now,

hugs and kisses, stacked and piled.