Weekend and Binky Aftermath
As is my plan, I've posted the last poem of the week. Can't write on the weekends because weekends mean full time parenting. The kids are home, there are swim lessons to attend, and race cars to play with.
I've been skipping between poetry projects. The last two poems I posted are part of a different manuscript than the one whose contents I've listed on this blog. I don't quite know what to make of this manuscript. I feel it's a strange companion to Furious Lullaby, but I'm not sure. It's pretty dark.
Binky aftermath--the 3-yr-old is having trouble sleeping on his own. While he's been getting progressively better about life without binky-dependence, its affected his ability to soothe himself to sleep. Hell, he had a binky for three years of his short life, so it's understandable that he's having trouble here. Still, its really affected our sleep as parents because he keeps waking up in the middle of the night. I keep telling myself, this too will pass.
Meanwhile, I've got a serious twitchy eye from sleep deprivation.
My neighbor did me a solid and plowed back a plot of land for the containers of my box garden. It's still not level and for some reason he keeps finding huge hunks of concrete. I wonder if there had been a previous building there . . . Pictures soon.