All hugs count
I asked my baby: “Can I have a hug please?”
And she gave me a great big squeeze.
I thought: “YAY!”
“It’s my lucky day.”
But she was just wiping her nose on my sleeve.
What’s that smell?
The baby’s bum has suddenly erupted.
The worst smell she has ever concocted.
It smells so rotten,
It won’t be forgotten,
That even the dog is disgusted.
When you forget to sleep when the baby sleeps
Oh no. I’ve done it again.
I’m still awake at half past ten.
The baby is already dreaming.
So why the hell aren’t I sleeping?
I don’t know when I’ll get the chance again.
New appreciation for 7am
We’ve been up since 7 playing.
Someone must have heard my praying.
I took sleep for granted,
Before parenthood started,
I didn’t realise that 7am would become a lay in.
A night off seemed like such a good idea at the time
I had a night off and it got out of hand.
I drank more wine than I had planned.
Woke up feeling worse for wear.
But the baby didn’t care.
It was 6am and she wanted to start a band.
When you finally get a babysitter
I’ve heard separation is supposed to be healing.
But baby-free time is a peculiar feeling.
I wanted a break.
A nap and some cake.
But all I actually did was the cleaning.
I’ll nap anywhere
Going to the dentist is the price I have to pay,
For using sweets and chocolate to get me through the day.
But laying down for 20 minutes isn’t all that bad.
It’s 20 minutes of peace and quiet that I might not have had.
This is why we’re poor
Today we went on another shopping spree.
And spent all our money on the baby.
It’s a habit that needs stopping,
This addiction to baby shopping.
Because we can’t fit it all in the nursery.
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