It is time for my almost favourite time of the week. It’s five minute Friday time (and yes, I am writing this on Thursday evening … late). This week the word is pressure… and after the week I’ve had… pressure suits…. LOL. Let’s hop to it shall we?

after the week I’ve had… pressure suits
after the week I’ve had… pressure suits
let me go on to explain.
Sunday was such
a sad disappointment
we’d planned to go to church,
but with the Ontario ministry shut down…
we were shut out.
monday was full
with laundry and taxes
should have been more
but sore throat so detracting.
day felt such a waste.
so much to do but
energy evaporates
stuff happened it known
but…what? it’s a blur
and tuesday
oh…a skunk… yes a skunk
it happ’d you see
a small little skunk
in a trap just set off.
the lad rode shotgun as
smelly kitty rehomed,
gasping and choking
displeasure sure smelt.
wednesday i dragged
my tail twixt my legs
my hubby insisted…
sleep on my sweet maid.
by thursday the pressure
it mounted full well
two blog posts due
a scarce new what to do!
a doctor’s appointment
in London took time
shopping in a city
hard put in lockdown.
somehow squeezed time
bunny pictures, laundry too,
but i’m certain some pants
will never recover as
skunky smell does linger….
meals made, groceries bought,
taxes still to be done,
friday awaits, perhaps
my work will get done?
tonight tension felt
as the pressure amounts,
what ifs press my mind
after the week I’ve had…
i think… pressure suits??

Continued Thoughts
after the week I’ve had… pressure suits….
This poem combines, and I hope you can see, how frustrating a week it has been. I hate when I have weeks where exhaustion seems to rule even though I think I’m getting a good amount of sleep.
BUT I am reminded that…. every day is like a small season right? One needs to accept what was is given and push to do what one must and let go of what you cannot. And Ecclesiastes reminds me of this. Eccl: 3.9 tells us For everything there is a season, A time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die.
Have I died this week? No. I have been fed up with exhaustion and pain and lack of accomplishment.
But on a positive note:
I’m further ahead on the taxes. I have rehomed two skunks (and was reminded by one WHY covering a skunk in a live trap is vitally important). Another wild rat was captured. I did have a nice chat with a struggling neighbour. A friend donated some meat for the cats. A buyer for excess rabbits was found. Laundry was done (though I’m positive though pants will be tossed). Meals were made that the fellows LIKED. Friends were emailed. The pantry was restocked.
On the Flip Side:
But I’m behind on my blog, I’m behind on updating my rabbit business, I’m behind on two books that needed reading. I still need to chat with my lad about where he is in his schooling. Taxes MUST be done! I still need to touch base with two friends struggling with family issues. AND I haven’t spent good time in God’s word this week so … all that makes it feel like a rather sucky week.
Hope Beckons even after the week I’ve had… pressure suits
But you know what….. we just had Easter… and Easter is all about the hope we have in the future… and FRIDAY (maybe Saturday by the time you all read this) awaits!