I listened to the baby sing himself to sleep tonight for almost twenty minutes, his high pitched toddler voice blazing across the reliable static of the monitor still plugged into both of our walls. He was making up its own words to replace the ones he hasn’t memorized yet in “Take Me Out To the… Continue reading Sing
7/31/17, 7:04am Ok buddy, let’s get dressed. What would you like to wear today? (I pull out a blue striped shirt from his dresser as BB watches from his changing table, unimpressed.) Here’s a blue shirt you haven’t worn in a while, look no tag (he’s refusing to wear shirts with tags). You like blue… Continue reading Morning Of the Toddler
Husband took our son To go grocery shopping: I am left alone. I look at the house Destroyed by a tornado, A brazen toddler. Elmo on TV Can’t find the fucking remote – Need more coffee NOW. Overcome by shock I vow to do my best but Write this poem instead.
The baby’s finally passed right out I hear gentle snores, no screams or pouts The hubby’s gone for his own chores, Do I dare sit or work some more? Third load of laundry being done The first two for my only son Three more upstairs in our room to do Why is this place always… Continue reading Mommy’s Sunday Blues