22 October 2013

tuesday's notes | on battling

Last night,  I got up from our bed in the back to do a last walk through the house before turning the lights completely out and going to sleep. With our quiet bedside lamps on, and me, ever distracted, I failed to notice our pups sleeping right next to the bed. So then not only did I trip over one of our dogs (black on brown carpet) and I was then sent sailing as I tripped on the other dog (black on brown carpet) as I was thrown off kilter from the first. They meant me no harm, they just like to be close to me/us and I just didn't see them in the dim light. One of them bolted up and hung her head guiltily. The other one just lay there looking down at me with deep brown eyes that seemed to say, "Try to be a bit more careful next time." I nicked and bruised the right side of my body. Not horribly so, but enough to have a wee bit of blood, and for me to lie on the floor temporarily frozen in humiliation and pain. With a bruised ego and a helping hand from the husband, I regained my composure and went on through the house checking on the boys, turning off the lights, grabbing a glass of water before I went back to bed.

It was only then, when I climbed back into bed, and opened up my laptop to write, that I found that I had a few tears stuck to the back of my eyelids.  They never erupted into full blown tears (though in hindsight maybe I needed a good cry), and at that moment I called it a night and curled up into bed, and went to sleep.

Sometimes it feels like there are battles everywhere you go and everywhere you look; some large, some small. Often you need to hitch up your skirt (or pants, or skort, or shorts) and head on into the fray, scrapping around like some hen, searching for remnants of your ego scattered somewhere in the coop.
And other times you need to call it a night/ a day/ a wrap, and start over fresh; go to sleep with only a memory of the ridiculousness in your head.  And just let it go.

Life is a bit of a balance somedays isn't it?  Especially with all the many things we have piled underfoot.

This is a new series called tuesday's notes. You are welcome to write along if you want, just leave a comment with your blog address if you decide to write one and I will be sure to come say hello. These "Notes" can be notes to your self (future or past), notes to the rude person who cut you off in line, notes to your children, note's to your parents... I think you get the idea. Would love if you "wrote along!"


  1. Oh dear - I do hope you are OK. Sometimes for me a bruised anything sends me into tears...even if they are just little ones.

    take care,

    Nina x

  2. I totally understand ... sometimes it would be great to be a child again ... with the freedom to have a good cry, a shrieking tantrum or an hysterical scream when things upset and hurt us. But making do with some quiet tears is therapeutic too ... as is a good sleep. Hope you're feeling better today.

  3. Aaahhh - I know how you feel. I have also found as I get older I have unexpected moments of tears (waiting to let go). You feel so much better after letting the tears flow. Hugs to you and a brighter day.
    Chey xo

  4. I find when the pressure builds, and when I've been holding everything inside for so long, it's when I fall and hurt myself that I feel like crying. Hope you are feeling more yourself now.

  5. I like the comparison of acting a little like a hen during a humiliating and humbling moment. Humor is a good bandage. As are hugs.


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