Mama Says

Slept 12 hours last night. Have not done that in months. Or so I assume.  Don’t feel awake today, despite the long slumber. Not all the coffee in the world could help. Not feeling particularly well and might have to stick close to home today.

I dreamt of bears last night.  This particular animal has never made an appearance in my dreams. Two black bear cubs were checking us out, running around the edge of a compound in the middle of the forest. No mama bear--just cubs.  It was obvious (in the dream) that they should be with their mother. They were young enough to still be with their mother, but old enough to cause some serious damage if provoked. We were wary, but not scared.

Listening to one of the sexiest songs ever: Santana’s Toussaint L’Overture.  Also, have been listening to Alicia Keys’ new album Element of Freedom.  It’s been on repeat today. Does anyone even say “album” these days?

Finally, coffee. I’ve had enough to fuel an army, and still, I am groggy. Blah.  But oh happy day! My long awaited package came! The one containing the Mominatrix book and a book by Marsden Wagner: Born In the USA.

My daughter Cat sings along to the Max and Ruby song loud enough to shatter glass. Or an eardrum.  She starts taking off her shirt in the house. I say-keep it on, it’s cold. She says-I can’t, I have sand in my pits. Me-How did that happen? Her-The sand fairy.  Of course.

On days like these, I daydream of tropical places. Beaches, warmth, sun. NO SNOW. Anywhere that is warm and doesn’t have snow that can be measured in feet. Or inches, even.

Made lamb stew. Turned out pretty tasty.

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Kris Underwood is a mother/writer/poet. She currently holds the position of Managing Editor and Columnist (Mama Writes) at MaMaZina Magazine. She also blogs at The Imperfect Parent occasionally, thus the Mominatrix reference. Someday, she'd like to rise to the challenge of writing only Form Poems.