Today started out not-so-great. Exhaustion. Extreme fatigue. Whining children. Add doctor’s appointments and shots and you sort of start to get the picture. So, when my friend asked if I wanted to bring the kids over for a play-date, I thought it sounded like something fun. Something that could improve our current status. I was wrong. Instead of mommy-friends chatting while the kids frolicked, the … Continue reading Becoming.
1. You slightly freak out. And by slightly you mean seriously. 2. You pretend to only slightly freak out because you have the kind of mother who says things like, “It is what it is” and “Bodies are strange” and “So what? It could be so much worse!” and “I like big butts and a I cannot lie” (I include that last quote not because it … Continue reading What You Do When Your Mom Has A Brain Tumor
Sometimes we have things to say. But the words are stuck inside. It’s like our throat is a corroded pipe, full of gunk, and our mouth is the sink. If at any time the faucet is turned on, the sink fills up immediately, becoming useless. There is no choice but to turn off the water and wait for the solution of jumbled thoughts, disconnected. words … Continue reading When the Words Won’t Come Out
I have hardly posted in my own blog the last couple of months and I make no excuses. I am a sporadic blogger, one without much direction or focus, and that’s just what A Morning Grouch is about. Random half-assery. Most of the time I like it that way. A few of my favorite bloggers are quite the opposite – they are very professional in … Continue reading This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things – A Book Review
After the holidays most of us are familiar with the post-celebratory letdown. The saying goodbye to the getting together, the laughing, the gaming, the feasting. The saying hello to the unpacking, the de-tagging, the washing-drying-folding-and-putting-awaying. The uncomfortable realization that our pants are now one size too tight (or in my case, TWO sizes too tight, since I went into December already a size overboard). Most people are ready to … Continue reading Sometimes Being a Cob-Rolling Gluttonous Pig is the Best Way to Say I Love You
Some of us have got a lot of shit going on right now. All of us have experienced that feeling of Everything-Going-to-Shit. I guess the good news is that things usually doesn’t go to shit for everyone at once. Our collective shit ebbs and flows. Sometimes we’re shitless and we feel fresh and clean and spunky. But other times we’ve got piles of shit collecting … Continue reading When Everything Goes to Shit
I remember wanting to make an Asian recipe once that required a few ingredients not found at my local supermarket. I went in to this tiny Asian-Mart and even though I only needed a couple of ingredients, I was instantly overwhelmed. What seemed like an easy task was suddenly daunting. I went down each aisle, one by one, searching for a picture or a word … Continue reading Overwhelmingness at the Grocery Store
There is no coming out of it. There is no getting over it. There is just IT. It ebbs and it flows and it morphs. It hides. It does not ever disappear. It teases, at times. It seems long gone. But, it is never really is. It always returns. With a vengeance. With a downward pull. It distorts. It deceives. It consumes. It tells you … Continue reading Depression Lies
My little sister turns thirty today. THIRTY! I’m pretty sure that even though we used to be seven years apart, she’s catching up to me and we’re getting closer and closer to converging at the same age. That’s possible, right? I remember waking up on my 30th birthday and startling myself by starting to cry. I wasn’t even sure why, but for some reason turning thirty … Continue reading 5 Reasons Your Thirties Are Your Best Decade
Right now, I’m a fish out of water. I’m floundering. I’m gasping for breath even though I’m hardly moving at all. Too much stillness allows thoughts to zoom through my head. Thoughts that have no business being there. Thoughts that do more harm than good. Too much sitting is not relaxing, is not calming, is not restful. Too much sitting is anxiety-provoking, is unsettling, is infuriating. … Continue reading Writing is Racing
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