Each day I say
I won’t do it
I won’t get suckered in again
And as the night begins to creep
Hello again my friend
The house is beautifully calm
No chaos or screaming to be
The soft glow of the lamp
My notebook
and just me
Writing is a joy
Something just for me
So as they all sleep soundly
I’m happy as can be
Eventually I start to fade
The night approaching morn
I try to sneak into our bed
To avoid a bit of scorn
So although I say
I won’t do it
We all know it’s true
Staying up waaay too late
Is something I’ll likely do.
~Poem written by a mom with three busy little ones, who loves her late night quiet time.
