A description of a typical night when my oldest two children were ages 1 and 2 years old. |
It is three AM and an alarm goes off I know it’s too early for work so I long to doze off But the alarm refuses to die Then I recognize the alarm, it is my daughter’s cry As grumpy as a bear woken from hibernation Thoroughly annoyed at this irritation I get out of bed to take care of my crying daughter I calm myself down, remembering that I still love her Here she is, The thief of my bed Forcing me to snuggle her back to sleep on the couch instead She slumbers, and sleeps Tosses, and turns, Screams and cries in sleepy alarms Her arms fly wide while struggling to escape the confines of my arms Out she rolls Gently onto the floor Confined to the couch with daddy no more Wakeful now, The siren resumes, And travels all the way to my bedroom Mommy is sought. Mommy is found. Daddy (that’s me) gets now to sleep on the ground While little angel dear, Sleeps in my bed instead of me, with her big brother and mommy so near Morning comes and I make a stealthy escape Getting ready swiftly or I’m going to be late. I dash to work, Work hard all day And finally come home to a pair of angels who now want to play. They see thier daddy and squeal with delight Completely forgetting the troubles of last night. They look at me,and I start to grin With cute smiles of their own they easily win I put my things down and then get ready to play And thus is my thought to myself at the end of the day I may be tired, But that’s all right Eventually, one day they’ll both sleep through the night! |