Because ever since I turned 30, I’ve had trouble sleeping and well, I like to pretend that I know how to rhyme. #noshame
Putting parenting into perspective…
‘Twas the night before the day I turned 35 and all through my home,
Not a creature was stirring, wait who am I kidding… I’m a mom, I’m not alone!
All single socks lay in a pile with care, in hopes that someday I’d find the other pair.
The children were finally tucked into bed. While visions of relaxation bounced around in my head.
And me with my mouth guard and dad with his nasal strip, had just dozed off after a date with Netflix.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed to see what was a matter.
Away to the hall I flew like a flash, tore open our door and threw on my glasses.
The moon brightly shining from our big window, sleepily reminded me that I needed to buy new lightbulbs tomorrow.
But what to my wondering eyes did appear, two little faces exclaiming they had a nightmare.
With two four year olds so sneaky and quick
I knew in a moment, I was being tricked.
So clever and witty, their demands made me guilty.
As they whispered and asked nicely with sweet droopy eyes…
I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I have to pee, please carry me, I need you, please hurry mommy! Read to me, rock me, let me lay with you, last came a whisper… tomorrow, can we go to the Zoo?!
At the top of the hour, I was not at the top of my game. I said, “yes, now go to bed…” as I kissed each sweet head.
So back to their room they went with glee, clapping and singing about tomorrow’s adventure with me.
And then in the silence, I heard by my ear… “are you really taking them to the Zoo, dear?”
As I drew in my head and was turning around, he peered from the covers as if he barely heard a sound.
“You were awake?”, I said. As he lay cozy in bed with nasal strip tight and pillow nicely under his head.
Now his face filled with regret and distress “It’s ok,” I replied, “you’re up next!”.
He answered their call with more requests from the hall.
He filled water cups, he rocked, carried and sang songs. He fulfilled more demands and was back in bed before too long.
See, I was starting to think that the thing about Birthdays and being a parent, as you grow older – is that it’s just a number with more wrinkles, demands, and serious things to ponder. Or is it?
I wonder. As I wake to 35 what will happen? I will get up, stretch, and grab my water. I will look out the window where the moon once sat and thank God for the glow of the sun. I will rise with a drive to do more this year. Read more books, drink warm coffee, be kind to all, really just learn to be – – like Hygge (that doesn’t rhyme, it’s actually pronounced “hoo gah”).
I will make a plan, change a way, or just continue to be happy each and every day. Fully aware that tomorrow night could be the same little circus, I still plan to celebrate in my own special way.
Take a nap with my dog in my lap, have some wine at lunchtime – what? It’s my Birthday, it’s not a crime. I will choose to relax even if chaos ensues… from those sweet little gals who are expecting the Zoo. We will sing, dance, read, and of course I will carry on with each and every daily mommy deed. We will eat good food, squeeze in extra snuggles, be nice take advice and even add a little spice! …and honestly if I just can’t help it and it’s something I have to do, well it’s my Birthday and I will cry if I want to!
So, Happy Birthday to me as I wake up my head and may you also enjoy each and every one of your days ahead! Oh yes, and I always thank the hubby who also got out of bed ;).
Fun fact: 30 posts ago (approx), I was 30 and I wrote my first lbjb post!
*this poem is a fictional story filled with facts from past experiences. So, this did not all happen in one night but it has before (in some way) and if it happens next week, I wouldn’t be surprised at all!