Precious Hours

Not another spill to clean up or argument to settle,

Not a pull-up to change or someone in need of a drink,

Not a baby in cute faky tears, or my older being mouthy.

Not a kid to dress, no more meals to fix, or shoes to put on.

Not another room to clean, clothes to fold, or errand to run.

When my babies sleep, I sleep.

I stop what I’m doing (which is more than one person should be!) And I go to bed.

To do nothing, while it’s quiet, and no one needing anything… Doesn’t happen very often, especially for people like me.

Good 🌚 night

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