A Jonah day…

Yesterday I had a Jonah day.

For those of you who don’t know the reference, it’s from Anne of Avonlea (the sequel to Anne of Green Gables) where Anne just has a totally rotten day.

I had one yesterday, and as we all know, they are completely, utterly, horribly awful.

It began early, because Souljourneyboy was away at a work conference and I had three exhausted kids after a huge weekend of activities. No one wanted to get up, no one wanted to go to vacation care, no one wanted breakfast and everybody let me know it. By the time I’d made lunches, packed bags and corralled everyone into submission, I was ready for the day to be over. Sadly, it was only 7am.

And then things went from bad to worse. I got to work and couldn’t log on, so by the time I managed to do the urgent report I needed to do it was half an hour late. Then because I was in such a rush I forgot to include something really important and had to send another one – and of course, this is a report that goes to all the Powers-That-Be and I felt really stupid. Then I realised that last week I’d replied incorrectly to an email that I’d thought was from someone else, which started a downward spiraling chain of events that eventually led back to me like a trail of rotten breadcrumbs. Then I got an email from someone complaining that I’d forgotten to do an important thing (which actually wasn’t me but I got lumped with the blame anyway!) and finally, something that I’d worked on for 2 days got canned at the very last moment. I wanted to go home and curl up and block the world out for several hours – but of course I AM A MOTHER and we just don’t get to do that. It was another round of cranky, tired kids and lunches and getting ready for the next day. I did however cry all over a lovely colleague as we caught the train home together that evening.

I hate days like that!!!!! They just leave you drained and empty, and flat. Very flat.

Anyway – another Anne-ism got me through. As Anne says, “tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it”. How very true that is. So I picked myself up, dusted myself off – and tried again. Luckily, today was better 🙂

Any of you had a Jonah day recently?

 

 

 

 

I, the bird

It was my Dad’s 70th birthday party today.

It was a wonderful day, and he gave an amazing speech about his life – I’ll share more another time.

But for now I will share the poem I wrote him. It’s about the two of us.

I, the bird

I, the bird

And you, the sky

A quivering wing. A seeking eye

An arc of light in burnished blue

A boundless circle. The bird flies true.

 

I, the bud

And you, the tree

Serene in ageless canopy

Here green. Here gold. Here sacred earth

The hushed prayer stills. The bud bursts forth.

 

I, the moon

And you, the lake

Oh feeble moon. A magician’s fate

For tethered in that black glass gaze.

Is moon’s true self. Bold, unafraid.

 

You, the shore

And I, the sea

The shore’s hold slips. The wave breaks free

Horizon bound, the sea must roam

Night falls. Tide turns. And the wave seeks home.