chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Friday, February 29, 2008
Extra day - by the numbers - but of course every day is an extra day - nothing we can count on. Today started hard with Joanna's robbery. I had a good work day though, and enjoyed gathering K.K. at ballet and bringing her home with me to sleep between dancings. I should sleep myself - irresponsible about that these days. Self care is annoyingly repetitive. I keep telling myself that it didn't annoy me to have to feed, assure the rest for, wash the clothes of, my babies. No less important to do it right for myself, but harder.