The magic thumbprint

My thumb is magic...did you not know?
for it is the only one in the house that can make things go...
the dishwasher, dryer, the washing machine,
all the motorised things that make our house clean...

Why is this so I hear you ask?
for I am the mother, the only one
with the thumb for the task...

Oh mother where art tho? when you are weary, so worn out, couldn't they drag your thumb to the button to keep the house clean.....

is this my legacy?

is this the phrase that my children shall hear for all eternity....?
"We can't kill your mother" unfortunatley i think it shall be uttered more than once.... i shall be the curse of my children's existance.... why then do i wnat more kids....? o mother where art tho? how many is enough? can you ever have enough children? just one more is all i seem to say.... :)
how many is 1? what is 1? these are questions my husband is battling with at the moment.... how can kids make us that much more complete? are we ever complete? are we ever satisfied with our family? are we trying to compensate for the family in which we were born?
somebody help me answer these questions and stop the detstuction on my children....

A Cure for Suicide?????

A thought......
if they can put into hospital for having suicidal thoughts then the assumption is that they can cure you from them... It would be inconceivable to detain someone who is eternally trying to kill themselves... relieve themselves from the pain within... wouldn't it?

Wh would one want to commit suicide? Can this deisre change? Can one regain the will to live? I m unsure.... Me, I have tried, and failed... I have become pregnant and since found a desire to live.... or should I say a desire not to die... is being unsuicidal just this... A DESIRE NOT TO DIE? I would like more.... an actual DESIRE TO LIVE....
Whats the difference I hear you ask? I am not sure. I have one and cannot remember the other... tell me what it is to have a desire to live?

My name is Skye.... I have depression and Anorexia.... I am here to find my DESIRE TO LIVE....

Oh Mother where art tho? Show yourself and your repsonsibility.... Show me how to want to live....

breaking-in the iron

ok... so i brought an iron today...

who would have thought they come with a plastic sticker thing on the base plate....

oh mother where art tho?

how did these women of the 50's achieve so much at such a youthful age... ?

washing, ironing, cleaning, mothering, and still haveing the time and desire to be stunningly glamorous for their husband as he walked through the door.

"A salute to the suburban superwoman...."

am i capable?

So vulnerable.... so delicate... so mine to care for.... baby number 2

Oh mother where art tho?

Into the mirror i look, the reflection is a young teenager, in reality I am 28.

I am the mother... I have found her, staring back at me. My children call me "mummy", when i myself still feel like a child.

Yes I am tired, I have lived, I have had fun, I have experienced life... but for some reason, my face, my body, my reflection is childlike...

This is my journey to find the mother within.....