It’s finally happened. The early mornings have driven me to poetry. So, it’s time to show some solidarity with all the other parents of babies out there.
It’s 5am: A parent’s lament
It’s 5am and we’re both awake;
You’ve barely been to sleep, for Heaven’s sake.
But you’re making lots of noise to express your need:
It’s time to get up for yet another feed.
It’s 5.30am; I think you’ve nodded off.
So I put you down, then wake you with a cough.
Amid all the noise and through all the fuss,
I thank the Lord that we’ve got Sky Plus.
It’s 6am and we’re doing fine,
As long as I keep singing Sweet Child O’Mine;
But I forget some words and my pitch is shoddy,
So it’s time to try out some Showaddywaddy.
It’s 6.30am – you seem rather unhappy;
An aroma suggests what’s in your nappy.
A quick change; then your mood is less shitty,
Thanks to the iPad and Paradise City.
It’s 7am and you’re finally sleeping.
It’s just as well, I was nearly weeping.
But it feels so good to catch a break.
What’s that noise? Your brother’s awake….
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