Shooters

She hears gun shots, sighs and goes to collects her 17 month old from her cot. Puts her down in the toy room to play. She takes her 3 year old away from the tv where her husband and housemate are playing play station. All rules and expectations have gone out the window. She shakes her head in disgust that although they are on holidays she is not. For them watching the kids means telling them to go and play while they watch a movie or playing on the Sony. Each day it's like looking after an extra child... In fact the 'big kids' are more work than the actual kids. The 'big kids' ignore her suggestions and requests and do things when they want or not at all... So frustration mounts and temper is barely kept intact for this housewife. Counting down the days until the holidays are over. There is no family days or special events... Just the repeated promises broken again and again... She sits alone, wondering if its worth talking about, asking for more consideration... Then shakes her head... No probably not. The day drags on and she prays that tomorrow will be different.

Christmas

The season is coming, it's nearly Christmas. With presents still to buy and wrap, food to prepare and parties to attend for once this mother is excited about Christmas. After years of dreading the season and praying that things wouldn't be too crazy and she wouldn't upset anyone, this year feels different. She decided not to care about what family thinks she is going to make the most of this season with her daughters and husband because at the end of the day that's all that matters. No one can take away her dreams or her precious moments. She sees her family and future as being full of opportunity and hope. The doors that may open are yet to be seen but in the new year she step out her door and walk through one that will challenge her... Excitement builds as the year comes to an end. With that in mind she sips her wine and leans back her chair. And for once she feels as though all will be ok.

A story

A woman sits at her kitchen table, coffee in hand and stares into space. Planning meals for the next week, shopping to be done and what events are happening this month. Her life is defined by her children's needs. Her time is divided between her husband, children and friends. What little time for herself is often interrupted by little voices of her children. Her heart knows that she needs time to be herself outside of home but can't find the time, money or boldness to do it. Her belief in herself is limited. The activities she participates in are minimal to what her heart desires. Her mind entertains the idea of greatness but in reality it a far way away. Then as the voices of her children interrupt her, her mundane life continues once again. To be continued...