Mummas rough night.

Mummas rough night.

Pop over here and a smack for my eye,
Fidgety legs and waggly toes,
Neighbours dogs yapping,
They’re telling it off,
Restless kids in their beds, smacking up the wall,

And I’m over here, eyes hanging out,
Clicking my body, so I don’t get stuck,
I’m bruised and sore, tired too…
But what’s a mumma supposed to do?

I close my eyes,
I lay right back, try to sleep but there’s something bangin’ out the back,
So I open my phone, do some work,
Pray a bit and sort stuff out,
I think of you,
Are you dreaming pleasant things,
I pray some more,

God’s needing still,

the quiet time to talk with me.

Chat

The early AM team…

I’m tired that they tag team,
One after the other,
Crying, screaming, sooking,
Leading one another,
It is 1am, and I’ve been up twice now,
All for over nothing,
Didn’t really want me,
Didn’t respond when I asked,
In fact I was

Completely ignored,
Like she never called,
Now a screaming baby,
In the room not so far away,
Screaming because he heard his sister,
Crying as she lay,
And in these morning hours,
I can not be annoyed,
Tired, I slept early because I was sure,
Good night’s can’t happen twice in a single row…
Gotta allow for the rough night’s because they tend to follow row.

And now the house is quiet I hear my stomach rumbling,
I’m feeling thirsty, and quite annoyed,
But now I’m all tucked in, so snuggly…

Sorry body, not tonight. I’m not getting up again.
Don’t wanna smash my face in to the wall or trip or stumblin’,
And so instead I’ll talk to God,
And yet the baby has woken yet again,
This time smashing his head on my nose,
I’m so tired, God knows,
I pray he goes just go back to sleep…

And in the morning when he wakes, he will be happy that he did.