Monday, June 28, 2010

Day 305 or Time Keeps on Slippin

Wow. The days keep clipping by with such a force and speed that it is dizzying. I just got my husband home and the latest hurricane-to-be (thank you, TS Alex) has swept him back away from us. So much for the luxury of a schedule and routine and welcome back chaos. As the tropical waters start churning, time keeps slipping.

My children are pretty flexible. They try to go with the flow but they have been thrown too many curve balls. Their little systems are on overload. If I feel flustered and thrown about at my age, what do they feel at six and three? I know it must be tough. I know that they are confused, frustrated and possibly a little scared. I know this. My brain understands this. My nervous system, however, does NOT get it My nerves are frayed. I could crack at any second. I hate that. I don't want to yell at my children because I am tired and upset and they are tired and upset. So I am counting to ten A LOT (you'd think that I was a guest on Sesame Street, I'm counting so much!). I am trying to stay cool and collected. I am trying. I am failing but I am trying.

So rather than boring you with the details of my Mommy meltdown, I'll just share a little Steve Miller with you. Because I do want to fly like an eagle. And via Heifer International, I do want to feed the chidren without enough to eat (Sorry guys, I couldn't resist an opportunity to push my challenge!). I wish you all a calm Monday and a happy week.


Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution

Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

7 comments:

Melani said...

I love Steve Miller!

Just keep counting to 10 that is all you can do and take deep breaths, that is what I do to calm down.

I can't imagine being in your position, hubby home and then gone again. Just hang in there! :)

Marilyn (A Lot of Loves) said...

My husband travels a lot for work so I've been there. It's rough. Hang in there mama!

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Awww, Tracie, I feel for you!
But hang in there!
Hugs!
B xx

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Love this poem too.
B xx

....Petty Witter said...

Children are often so much more resilient than we think, often coping better than we as adults do. A great poem to end a great post.

blueviolet said...

I am so sorry that your hubby had to leave already. That is so not fair!

Erin said...

I love that song....hang in there, babe. I feel for you--it sucks that your hubs had to run off again so soon.

My hubs is here and I've still been totally frazzled and off my game (if it makes you feel any better, which it probably does not)....