Sleepless nights
Between teething
Laughter. Boo. I’m going to scare you.
Little footsteps. Pitter patter.
Come closer. I’ll get you.
They run. they laugh. and jump into your arms.
Oh what a blessing. All of its joys.
I’ve had no sleep. Neither have you. I’m lagging and you are jumping for joy.
How can this be. All this energy. Please sleep. My child. I need to breathe.
Good days are slow. Two sleeps. I hope. If not. All screams. Tantrums.
Head against wall. Just breathe. You. Will. Be. Okay.
Please. Sleep.
Words from the mother of a teething child.
About the Creator
Muma JoJo
Poems from a deranged, sleep deprived muma. Trying to make sense of a world that seems to be falling through my fingers.
(Expressing thoughts in moments of dispair, it’s not always roses)
P.S I’m loving being a mum, I’m completely ok!
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
Comments (1)
Oh, a recurring child's chaos!