'Put your jumper on'
push again, white knuckles, tensions, shouting,
'No!'
push again
'Don't speak to your brother like that.'
Schedules, lunches, homework,
'Are you picking them up?'
cling, whine, cough
'Watch me, Mum'
'No, watch me.
'Just get in the car.'
'What's for dinner?'
'Have you done your homework?'
InhaleExhaleInhaleExhale
But this model runs too fast. You can't see that I miss you. Love you. Miss you hard. But there's nothing left in the tank to give. The engine has run on the edge of empty and just made it for the dinner-bath-bed-books-'Goodnight. I said GOODNIGHT' run to couch fall. Juice for nothing but apps, impatience and surly boredom.
Breathe.
Holiday.
Pause.
Breathe.
Sweet Time.
Us.
Yes.
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Yes
Soon
Very soon
xx
Ally, I am lucky enough to be on hols already. Two whole weeks. Happiness. Gx
Suddenly one day you turn around
They are gone
Living their lives
House still messy
It reminds you of them
Wishing you could turn back the clock and do it all again
Head to the garden to cheer yourself up
Inhale
Exhale
Chris
Thankyou for your beautiful response. So true and beautifully put.
This mothering lark, huh? Sweet madness from start to end.
Heading into the garden with the kids while I can today. Will revel in their holiday company and remember how lucky I am that they are here in the house, for the moment.
Thank you,
G
I fully understand your prose
My life was just like that
It's a big job!!
Chris
fuck that shit
You said it, sister.
You WILL survive !
And children are Teflon-coated when it comes to being hurried up .
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