Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Tiny Soldiers

Anxious and cranky
Like I could cry for
No reason.

There’s no reason to cry.

Yet I feel them coming,
Tiny soldiers, driving down my face.

A heaviness
Inside, anxious,
Cranky, there's that word again.

Is there nothing to look ahead to?
To be happy about?

I just don’t know, but these tiny soldiers.
They are coming.

Someone, please.
Shoot them for me.

22 comments:

Monnik said...

The best way to kill those little soldiers with with a good drink. An appletini, perhaps?

Trish Ryan said...

I've had the soldiers; they're the worst. Prayer helps. I once heard someone say that Psalm 91 is God's version of "911." I've found it helps fend those little suckers off.

Colorado Writer said...

Perhaps a good cry and a drink? I recommend Steel Magnolias and a margarita.

The Anti-Wife said...

Bang! Bang! They're dead! Stupid soldiers!

Hope that helps.

Trish said...

I am so sorry you are feeling this way.

{hugs}

Us mom's with our healthy kids and intact marriages should be happy shouldn't we? Then why are tears just around the corner? I've been feeling this way on and off since I passed my mid-thirties. Maybe keeping everyone else healthy and happy has begun taking it's toll on us. Just a thought.

You are not alone...although I am sure it feels that way sometimes.

Manic Mom said...

Well, now I'm feeling really ungrateful. My friend's sister's husband just got diagnosed with thyroid cancer, our other friends are seriously turning into War of the Roses over their marriage, and I'm pissy WHY?!?!!?

I need to get a major grip.

wordtryst said...

I second the Psalm 91 remedy, along with Psalm 23. Brings me comfort when nothing else works.

Swishy said...

Those soldiers are dead once I get ahold of 'em! Dead, dead, DEAD!

Sunshine said...

sometimes a good cry is therapeutic. It will pass and the sun will come out tomorrow (or you'll get past that PMS :)
Its freezing cold here in Australia and I'm envious of your warm, sticky days.
Have a lovely cool drink and sit in the shade watching the butterflies waft through the garden.

Colorado Writer said...

trish,
I agree. My BFF and I talked about the mid-thirties hormonal thing...she's on the verge of tears all the time, too. Maybe we all need some estrogen?

Jess Riley said...

Long distance hugs, coming your way!!! Hope you're feeling chipper and cheerful again soon, but sometimes it helps to let the soldiers battle it out and exhaust themselves first.

(You reminded me of a little story. A few days ago some neighbor boys rode their bikes over because they saw a dying, very sick squirrel on our lawn. They were extremely sad at its plight, and we had a nice conversation about their animals, the animals their families have helped, and how much they enjoy watching Animal Planet. Meanwhile, the poor squirrel was wheezing, dragging itself under my porch to die. It was heartbreaking. "Poor thing," one of the boys said. "Well," I replied, "That's nature." He slowly shook his head and added, "That squirrel's a little soldier.")

Patti said...

i found that a double meat cheeseburger with a large order fo rings helped. how can you be sad with that in your mouth?!

Working Mom said...

I'm with monnik, an appletini cures everything :)

Eileen said...

Drown the little bastards in some zima

The Anti-Wife said...

Think I'll send you my dog Rosie. She's getting really cranky too! Just posted the reason why on my blog. You 2 will make quite a pair.

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Cant wait to hear from you

Eileen said...

Big hug. Been there and back. I love how you put what you are feeling into words and I think the writing will help in many ways as it can be so healing. Careful of the weaning too, cause that can cause total craziness on a system or maybe it is not time to wean completely, I know it wasn't for me. I think walking, talking to friends or just getting out of the house with friends, reading, reading, writing, reading, going to the movies, just getting out....but I am babbling. Would love to chat with you more if you would like. Feel free to e-mail me anytime!! Good thing is, it will pass. XOXO

XYZinn said...

That is how I felt today. I had no sleep the night before because my 3 month old is still getting up 3 times a night, I feel fat but I can't stop eating, and my sister just found out she can't have children. So, I called my husband and said we had to go out to dinner...besides the fact that it was 100 degrees and there was no way I was coooking!
Hope you feel better.

la bellina mammina said...

I agree with Monnik - I get this way when I'm pmsed!

Kim Stagliano said...

Um, maybe 40 weeks is now about 37 weeks for YOU? I, who am NOT a tiny soldier kind of gal, burst into tears in the grocery store at the sight of an elderly woman who appeared to be homeless. I handed her $20. (I kid you not.) Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I found the aisle with pregnancy kits. Took it home. Sure enough, Miss G had made her debut in my belly..... Maybe, Manic Mom is expecting #4?

Kimberly Clark (as in tissue, go grab one.)

Manic Mom said...

Uh, Kim. NOT PREGNANT! Although at the post office yesterday I saw this cute little baby and a teeny lightbulb went off in my head, "Maybe I need another baby."

I smashed that lightbulb like a mo-fo the minute it went off.

And, my period arrived yesterday.

Hence, no more crankiness or tiny soldiers. I don't think so. However, I come downstairs today and hubby is 'working from home.' I go in my office and yell...

"WHO SPILLED COFFEE ON MY FLOOR!?!?!?"

There are like six small drips of dark coffee on the carpet.

He had no idea.

IDIOT. Now that pissed me off.

Andrea said...

I love the term "tiny soldiers"! They really are like that sometimes, aren't they? The way they sometimes just keep pouring forth, no matter what you try to do to stop them.

And thanks for bringing my mood back up with the lightbulb-smashing comment. :)