Skip to content
Home » Archives for TaraFurnemont » Page 2

TaraFurnemont

The Days no momma talks about.

It was finally evening. I sat watching the clock, counting the minutes, waiting for dinner to pass so I could FINALLY put him to bed. My physical body exhausted from not only chasing him around, but from spending every moment poised on high alert like some crazed hunting dog anticipating the next bird, constantly watching, and following, and waiting for the next moment to stop him from climbing the bookshelf… The back of the couch… Or the baby gates… You know, the ones that are supposed to STOP him from finding danger. *Sigh…* Mentally exhausted now; him with his constant… Read More »The Days no momma talks about.

Broccoli Socks.

One never expects to need broccoli socks in your life, until you have them… And then, suddenly, you wonder how you ever survived without! Happy little green bushes plastered over a backdrop of sunshine yellow. Goofy and random, yes, but also just enough to bring a smile to anyone who is lucky enough to notice them. Kids especially–some of the kindergarten kids I work with have difficulties transitioning to new activities, but a perfectly timed broccoli sock distraction and we’re back on track–hooray! They’re a delightful little ray of sunshine amidst a routine of grey. And why shouldn’t it be… Read More »Broccoli Socks.

With every sunrise, comes the chance to try again.

With every sunrise, comes new opportunity, a fresh perspective, and the chance to try something different. (Today I needed to remind myself of this.) We all have high’s and lows in our day-to-day working lives–the roller coaster of an EA though, this is a whole new existence. When I entered into this world I figured there would be good and bad days, of course, but the extremes leave me speechless. A bad day as an EA can hurt. Words filled with anger and pain are often hurled at us, occasionally the dreaded “I hate you;” or maybe they lash out… Read More »With every sunrise, comes the chance to try again.

Gaining some clarity–cards!

Until recently I never would have defined myself as “a writer,” but hey! Here we are! And what a beautiful place to be. Thoughts, they pour from my fingers, eager to create, and inspire. I am endlessly grateful for the early days of my blog, the journey it started me on, and the final product: A creative outlet that feeds my soul. This new label though, Tara-the writer, continues to be a bit confusing for me. Still, I embrace it–albeit awkwardly–and have decided to take my writing more seriously. So, as we do in the modern world, I took to… Read More »Gaining some clarity–cards!

#WineWednesday (A POEM)

Curtains drawn, closing another day. A corkscrew of thoughts: Unwinding. Crimson swirls of Cabernet. Tastebuds they wake, are tickled: Tantalizing. Ambitions high, a book of words to say. My wistful thoughts, they sing along: Inspiring. —Roadblock— Lost down the Twitter hole again… Distracted. If you enjoyed this, please consider subscribing to my newsletter! You can do that by going back to the main page, or just by clicking here. Thank you!

Worst Case Scenario.

All signs pointed to disastrous: The Worst Case Scenario. The night was rough. I was awake at all hours of the night, thanks to my teething 11 month old, and then we decided that 4am was the perfect time to get up–ok, he decided, but no. Just no. After an hour of him fighting, and me begging, he slipped back into dream world. I was happy he was resting his little mind–but me? I felt ripped off. I was left with only 30 minutes before my usual alarm would go off…sigh… Might as well start the day. Our morning routine… Read More »Worst Case Scenario.

perspective.

Perspective. We’re all born into this place, blue in the face and screaming for all the world to hear, protesting from the moment our lungs breathe the air of existence. Thrown into life, to discover your own thoughts, ideas, and interpretations on what its all about. Growing, learning, and piecing it all together, like a child knee-deep in Lego, locking them together one at a time in hopes they will create something magical… One by one, building walls and castles, cars and homes, never really sure of the end result, but they continue to build anyways. Brick by Brick, trudging… Read More »perspective.

a contagion worth spreading: Empathy

Going on eighteen months of this nonsense: Isolation. Restrictions. Uncertainty… We’re all exhausted. Our mental health is suffering. I’m not even sure I see an end in sight anymore–do you? It’s been a struggle. We’ve bee battling our inner demons throughout this pandemic, and it’s really starting to show. Everyday I hear about or witness more and more unspeakable ugliness. People being rude, unreasonable and just generally ruthless in their regard to other people. The world seemingly stuck in a mentality of “every man, woman and child for themselves!” We’re all suffering. Yet, no one seems to care enough to… Read More »a contagion worth spreading: Empathy

SUPERMOM

Hey Supermom, this poem is for you: Life with your littles, they fill your heart with love. Any request, big or small. For them, you do it all. You’re Supermom. You don the crown. Yet at times your world feels upside down. You worry about the dishes, the floors, the chores… Stress over doing more… Should you be trying harder? Being better? Expectations set, but even after they’re met, your quest to exceed them remains. Feelin’ that momma drain. But fret not momma, cast those worries aside, they will not remember the cleanliness in which they reside, or an experience… Read More »SUPERMOM

COVID DAYS

Covid burnout, it’s real. Surreal… It’s got me reeling… Writhing, despising. …I feel it down to my core. Isolation. Restrictions. Can’t do this, no more! But make the best of it, we’re told. Left sitting at home, grasping tightly at my sanity, I hold. Be strong, be bold. Yet under the pressure I feel the trembling. The ground beneath shaking… Quaking. Like a storm that is building, just waiting… Survive. Hold close the ones you love.  United, we pray to heaven above. Find peace within your every day. An ounce of happiness, make way. For with time, we’ll look back,… Read More »COVID DAYS