Awoken by laughter, snuggled and kissed
Tugged and bugged ,persistent pestering
I have risen
Yawning shuffling, giggling squirming singing to the day.
Clothes full of ribbons and glitter socks stark white, hair bouncing and flouncing this way and that.
My life is boring
feeding, answering thousands of questions only to be asked more.
Inquisitive want caused a sneak of butter smeared here and there on tools and toys
Squribbles and flowers decorate page after page of lined notebook paper , it says I love you , thank you for making my favorite cereal.
Screeching tumbling mass of red faced anger sadness despondency at one word No !
An invisible boundary shocking and painful crushing and saddening. Time for diplomacy, calm in the face of a storm wondering if all will turn out right.
I am boring.
Taking walks and drawing lines in the sand that carry trains and planes.
Skipping rocks and jumping to surprise a puddle examining and explaining the world and its functions to the future.
It's to simple my way of life.
Safe and warm wrapped in Terry cotton clinging trusting and loving showing no fear.
It is small my world but widens with the turn of a page ,dragons, witches and giants foreign lands forgotten realms.
Chaotic a mess of laundry and things both physical and mental.
It is boring to stay home and kiss the wound of a cowgirl thrown from her horse.
Today was boring, to some who are truly boring.
