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Mummas rough night.

Mummas rough night.

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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.

Bed – our proud and prayer.

Bed – our proud and prayer.

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How you put your children to bed,
Is it in anger or with poise?
Routines are stuffy, old and fluffy,
Dated, debated, rigid and hated…
Except for mine which is loved so dearly,
By my children and me,
We are holding it near,
So let me share with you our prayer and proud,
Our night routine isn’t usually loud.

Bath & teeth,
Play & PJ’s,
Book & bed,
Proud & Pray,
Sometimes we run through what happened today,
I pull up the bits that I hold so near,
I tell them something they love to hear,
Then I ask them, what they are proud of each day,
Sometimes its sweet, sometimes its to my dismay,
Then its prayer time, I honour all requests,
Especially when they want to pray for their dad, my ex.

I pray for them, I pray for me, I thank the Lord with a heart of glee,
It’s kiss and a cuddle,
Sometimes a drink,
Then off to sleep for my little kiddy winks!

What does your routine look like?
Do you find them fluffy?
Have you forged your own?

Comment below! I’d love to know 🙂

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The early AM team…

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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.

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The Rooster Alarm.

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Sleep.
Doesn’t come easily as a single mum….
Someone’s down the roads rooster being the household alarm….
Waking my kids at early AM,
I can not get a handle on sleep again.

I’m knackered and anxious,
Stung thin…
While the rooster Crows at break of day, even before then.

And I’m exhausted once alone, to do the best job I can,
With the kids dad telling me I’m failing them,
They run away,
From responsibility,
Don’t wanna deal with their lives,
Not the ones to deal with their crap,
Fob it off to the next females lap.

I’m exhausted I’m tired,
The days are young,
They won’t last forever,
I wish I could believe that statement, clever.

For I know one day life will become simple,
And I won’t as frequently see my kids dimples,
But right now time drag’s,
Another day on little sleep,
Tired and weary, and yet my patience to keep…

So I pace myself,
Do what I can,
Listen to my body,
And learn to accept offers of help from my family’s hands.

For I am weary, tired,
Slightly alone,
Seeking comfort in God,
I’m never alone.

But man this is tough,
It’s so hard I say,
And toiling me in almost every way.

These days are short,
These numbers on sleep; futile,

They won’t last forever,
But boy does time stand still,
Thanks to the rooster who lives up the hill.