Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!
The Tale of Rosy and her Posy
There was an old girl called Rosy Who happened to be quite blowsy Weathered skin and crazy hair But she really didn't care Her embraces were always quite cosy
Then entered a woman named Josie Who seduced Rosy with a posy The noises that were heard From the house were absurd The neighbours couldn't help but be nosy!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “adverb.” Start your post with any adverb and just run with it. Have fun!
Normally, I get an idea straight away for my #SoCS post, but I was clearly stumped this week!
But since I have obviously managed to start the post with an adverb, and I shall liberally scatter random adverbs within my ramble, I can breathe a sigh of relief and move onto something totally unrelated to adverbs…
I need to share a song with you. Or rather, I need to share the video at least. We had a trying couple of days at nursery, as there are a handful of lovely children who have behaviour that is extremely hard to manage, and one dear child drove one of my wonderful team to tears…
I usually find silly songs to play to my class at circle time, or whilst they are waiting for the whole group to congregate on the carpet, and on Thursday, whilst one finished, another started… and the song, or rather the extremely camp main dancer on the video, made us laugh so much, I played it a good few times over the last two days. It is now my official earworm, and I want to do the moves as I sing it, every time!
So, I give to you…. The Wishy Washy Washer Woman!
Enjoy your earworm!!
I hope you’ll appreciate that I am now listening to it as I type this, and it will stay in my head for the WHOLE WEEKEND now!!!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “strain.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Strain… Oh yes, I’m definitely feeling that right now…
Ever since Hubby Dearest’s injury, which is definitely more than a strain, I have been shouldering all the responsibility of running the kids around everywhere, along with all my usual jobs, and coping with a person who is not always too happy being holed up in the house, unable to do very much at all, apart from sit…
I am shattered. And this weekend will be giving me no restful opportunity either. Saturday morning, Swimming lessons for Lil Princess, followed by badminton for them both.
I was hoping for a few hours of peace in the afternoon, where I could get my nails done or something, but no, we have a couple of hours then we will be meeting Hubby Dearest’s brother and wife to go and grab an early dinner, then on to watch a film… And Sunday, I have to be up early to get Lil Man to his first cricket match of the season… which finishes at lunchtime, and then we pop back home to see my parents who are coming over for an hour to see Hubby Dearest…
I’m going to start next week on the backfoot, again!
It’s not just a physical strain, but a mental one too… I am constantly thinking about him, and the kids, and what I need to get done next… never-ending…
So, strain… Yes. I know that feeling very well…
Strain Feeling Exhausted Out of control Not able to rest Just constantly worried About what is coming next Every single day needing to Plan with military precision Yet still never finding time for myself
Nothing beats being woken up by your little nephew’s cute voice, saying “Pooji, wake up, it’s theven o’clock now – we’re allowed to get up now!”
Ritu
Yes, it’s Wednesday and I am still tired from my wonderful, but busy family weekend, but I can honestly say that when my nephew, Finndian #1, woke us up, it was the cutest thing. He’s a typical little child who wants to get up extra early, but has been taught that he has to stay in bed until at least 7am, which is deemed the civilised hour.
So, to hear his cute little voice with his slightly lispy ‘s’ sounds, up he melted my heart! I wake before then anyway, but I would stay in my bed especially so he could come in and wake us just like that.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fall from the sky.” Write about anything that falls from the sky–real, imagined, or idiomatic. Have fun!
But I Smile Anyway... 