A 3AM Burglary

Sounds like an awesome title of a book, right?

Like one you’d see with a picture of a bandit on, creeping across the cover

But it is not, it is my life

Ok so that was a tad dramatic

Actually, it was my life

On Friday, 15 September, roughly between the hours of 3am and 4am, my house was burgled

Not in your classic they-took-the-tv style but more so they-were-in-the-room-with-me style

Not long after the burglarly happened, I tried to do a post but it was all too real, at the time & what seemed like writer’s block was just uncertainty

Who would listen to my cry?

Would people actually stop to listen?

Not respond with it-also-happened-to-me?

Let’s jump 5 sentences back, did you read that? Like actually read it? Not skim over it like one of the many politically incorrect or crime ridden stories that circutales on the regular?

Although I am not very good with words and hardly ever grammatically correct, let me attempt to paint a picture

I have a 3:30am alarm, it alarmed, I switched it off & not long after that, I saw someone in my room; naturally I thought it was my dad

<jumping straight to the juice>

I awoke, startled, at 4:03am (*I assume), only to frantically but still very tiredly search for my phone to no avail. I stare at the desk, wondering why it looks as barren as my lovelife only to realise that both my work and personal laptop are missing.

I proceed to the parents room (I hope you have caught on that I now live with my folks), check mom’s phone, it’s 4:07am; I proceed to where they sleep and very calmly sayDaddy, my laptops are gone

Mom and Dad jump like spring chickens, dad very cautiously goes downstairs & voila, we’ve been burgled!

I will not tell you what they stole because that is not important. What is important is that a week later, I DREAD going to bed this evening. It does not feel like a week since this happened. It feels like a lifetime ago. Like it did not even happen to me. I will tell you, though, how amazingly calm I am. Even when it happened. Even now. I guess I am telling you this because it could’ve been worse.

Had I died, no one would have known because……life; one of the many reasons though

So although I might not be as riverting or grammarticarly correct as the other bloggers you follow, I am real

Just like them, my stories are real

They might not always be long but that are to the point

Dear Lord, stuff isn’t as important as some people think. Help me remember that the things I own aren’t as important as the person I am becoming. Amen

The Unseeable

I feel your hands wrap around my neck as I remain completely calm

A panic rises inside me

A scream wanting to escape but I know there is no one to save me

I adjust my shirt and for a brief moment I feel relief

Only to have you wrap your hands around my neck


Slowly now

I am not sure if I imagining this or is this darkness a reality

Where has it come from

Where has my brightness escaped

I feel like shouting “I’m getting choked” but I know that this is only my imagination

They cannot see me struggle

They cannot feel my anxiety and desperation rise

Why am I feeling this cloak of darkness shade me

Why are you hurting me?

What are you trying to prove?

Have I somehow veered off course?

You slowly loosen your grip but not enough for me to forget that you’re still there

A panic sets in

Something gnaws at my insides

Reminding me of what once was

You’re still here

I feel you

I know it’s only my imagination

I know they cannot see you

They would think I’m crazy if I spoke

The unseeable

I feel you, choking me

And I want to give in

Knocking On Deaths Door

I find myself thinking of you

At odd times

As I stare out of the work window

Watching the palm trees sway in the wind

Listening to music

Imagining the way you danced

How it gave you so much joy

Wondering how you turned into that

To drugs

Was it that easy

Or was it just easier to follow the leader

Your husband

As he slowly dragged you down

You loved him so much

I don’t think he loved you as much

He put his family, his work above you

Above the kids

They need you

They miss you terribly

I miss you

I can’t help but imagine all we could’ve been

How many great adventures we would’ve gone on

This has been a strange week

Thinking of the dead and how much I miss them

I imagine us



Best friends

Finding joy and comfort in company and in each other

I miss you


I think of you now

Mesmerized by the swaying of the palm trees

Wishing I was as free

Clouded Moon

As she shines so brightly in the morning sky

Her beauty often unnoticed

She rises

Stands tall

In the morning she sets

No radio broadcast about how her magnificientness

She goes unnoticed

As we sleep she shines brightly

Often wounded with spears of unlove

She serves

Every night

Standing tall

Never failing

Under a shroud of cloud

I see her beauty

Whats In Your Bag

With a bit of drizzle comes a new SUPERbusyMOM segment

As always, a mommy segment

What’s in your bag?

All you’ve got to do to be apart of this segment is throw absolutely everything out of your bag, assemble in a decent way so that we can see what happens in the deep crevices of your lif, take a pic, tag me and if you’d like please tell us a bit of a back story about what the hell we see infront of us #WhatsInYourBagWithMe

Now, I am quite religious about cleaning my bag and I normally have more than one bag, each for different occasions so it’s normally not as receipt filled as usual ?