There is a sense of accomplishment in knowing there is a large pot of Mulligatawny set to cook slowly in the crockpot this morning. At 6:00 P.M. precisely (more or less) when Joe is turning off the shop's lights and locking the door, I'll be adding coconut milk to the pot and setting the rice to steam. When the lovely man walks through the door of his home, the savory smell of dinner will greet him.
If I were truly motivated maybe I'd clean up the house, sweeping away bird feathers, and gathering up the tissue that decorate each room from Isaiah's be-labored nose.
I used to instuct my children if they lost me whilst out and about to stay put and I would find them. So I will sit here with my cup of coffee and see if the motivation I've lost so early this day can find me.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
1 comment:
Like! Makes me want to smell Mulligatawny soup and wait with you for your motivation to arrive :)! So glad to know that someone else has days waiting for it!
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