That little gift for parents
Our child’s daytime sleep
A tiny slice of heaven
Where I can lay down in a heap
Or stare blankly at the wall
Just being me
A brief pause
From the day’s chores
And mishaps
I’ve cried over missed naps
No, really
I have
There was a time when
He would only nap on me
Then something changed
And I was suddenly hands-free
Oh, but what to do?
Should I get all the things done?
This could be my only chance
To finally get my snack on
Tea, toast, biscuits
That staple mum diet
I’ll maybe make a sandwich
Really have a riot
Quick, close the curtains
Keep the world at bay
Telly on
Feet up
Kick the toys out the way
But there’s always that niggling feeling
That you’ll wake up any minute
I guess that’s what makes it sacred
There’s a sort of thrill in it
It’s been at least an hour now
I’m almost feeling sane
Oh no, I hear you stirring
Here we go again…