A Day In The Life Of…..Monday

 

  Kerry at Winding Road invited bloggers to share a typical week’s routine to learn something more about each other.

 

I actually slept, more or less, right through the night which, in recent weeks, has become something of an unusual occurrence.

Typically, each morning, hubby brings me a big mug of black coffee first thing. He’s almost always up before me. A long lie-in is wasted on him. I don’t even get out of bed till I’ve had several big mouthfuls and let the caffeine start to work. Bliss.

First day back to school after a week’s holiday was always going to be a difficult wake. But not as it turned out.

Up quite chipper and ready for work in plenty of time. School bag in hand and off, with kisses to all who still had to leave the house for their respective destinations.

First off was a class of 4 and 5 year olds, taking them for drama and then ICT. They did remarkably well. So did I. I got to be a witch and a dragon and a zombie while we all mimed Hallowe’en characters in preparation for next week. All the kids’ suggestions I might add.

Nipped out at lunch time for a couple of cigs. Not allowed in school, of course. Sat in my car and wrote Super…..Eagle Woman poem while puffing.

In the afternoon I had a Primary two class – mostly 6 year olds. Again ICT, followed by writing pirate poems and illustrating. Fun!

Left school sharp to be home for my own wee one coming in.

Wrote up my poem, did a video reading of it, posted it.

And then crashed. I’ve barely moved off my butt since then! Hubby made dinner. I ate something else!

Helped out with homework.

Rescued my 16 year old daughter from a massive spider in her room. I like spiders. Well, maybe likes too strong a word. But, I don’t like to kill them. Unfortunately this big beast met his demise down the toilet.

I am currently lounging on my bed at 10.50p.m. sipping a small red wine and catching up on reading some posts. I’d forgotten all about doing this until I clicked on Kerry’s link.

I’m now thinking that I should really get an early night. Because sometimes Tuesdays are worse than Mondays for getting up.

But I might just do a spot more blogging. Or not. Early nights are before 12!

 

                        

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Super…….

If I could be a superhero,

I wouldn’t be a cat,

‘Cos cats climb trees

And purr a lot.

What can you do with that?

 

I wouldn’t be a wonder girl

Whose clothes can change

With just one twirl.

Handy though this flair could be,

It’s really not for me.

 

No, if I could choose a set of skills,

I know just what I’d opt for.

I’d be an eagle, flying high,

Like a feathered

Helicopter.

 

Transformation, quite complete,

I’d strut my stuff with wings and beak.

Feathered body, long of limb, razor talons for my protection,

I’d soar around from vantage point

With eyes sharp for detection.

 

I’d fly around this wondrous globe,

Bestowing golden feathers

With magic powers,

That, once they land,

Could cure and help all others.

 

The feathers would be cast so wide,

From here, around to all earth’s sides,

They’d tickle, grant gift of eagle eye,

Give hope to all that they too could fly

And know that soaring feeling.

 

In addition, as such a bird,

Large, you know, I suppose you’ve heard,

If I viewed, on earth, corruption,

Splat! I’d go, right in the eye

Of those bent on destruction.

 

So no, not cat nor twirling one,

I’d be super….. Eagle Woman,

With magic

In all messages,

Given to each human.

 

As for me, my gift to self,

Apart from eagle spying,

I’d experience

Such a buzz and thrill, from

Simply being flying.

Video reading  Super…….