I’m beaming inside
Though I look a hot mess
It’s the weekend
I’m inevitably happy
Though every week
It’s the same lesson learned
I look forward to my time for rest
Gonna put my feet up
But wait,
I jest
There’s no school to the rescue
The kids are home
What rest?
It’s a time to put our parenting skills to the test
There’s laughter and fun
Of course
Blanket forts & garden(digg)ing
Playing tag, sport & dancing
We paint, we ponder, some giggling
Trips yonder
Some chores, some cooking
How delightful it is
My heart’s bursting
As the day starts waning
These joys start draining
There’s whining and pleas
Demands, defiance, fights amid tears
My feet up for a moment
before they’re back down
Engaging to disengage the latest showdown
The bookmark has moved a few pages behind
I’ve lost track since I’ve been losing my mind
“I’m bored,
I need ya …
She pulled …
I hurt here …
I’m hungry for snack …
Want dinner? No thanks”
It dawns on dusk
At some point
To show up
So we can return to the semblance
Of our routine trusted sequence
Goodnight kisses
We linger longer in bed
Secrets and stories
Catching up on things unsaid
I’m beaming again
My kids are asleep
The weekend is gone
I can breathe
I think
It’s now the school’s turn
Haha, the folly!
Parents run on
An endless supply of
Optimistic madness
We’re a tad schizophrenic
We’re just fools in love with our
Insanely beautiful mad mess!
