Remind me please, what is sleep?
You see, it has been so damn long
We sleep so we can function?
No way, the science must be wrong!
The few hours I squeeze in
Make me feel like an old hag
I can’t think or even see straight
Please don’t mind me while I brag
There’s no such thing as mom naps
With two kids, those vanished long ago
Now hair’s a mess, and bags are fresh
They call these new lines feet of crow
Should have gone to bed early
The same thought torments me most morns
Choosing restful sleep or me-time
Are two options that leave me torn
Of course, this mama always makes
The wrong choice, or so it seems
I trade zzzs for something fun
Like having wine instead of dreams
I’m not sure why I forget
That matter what, and without fail
When I finally do doze off
The sleep train’s soon to be derailed
She’s sick and needs medicine
He’s transitioning to a bed
They take turns waking me up
Passing by dad for mom instead
You see, my lovely husband sleeps
With a pillow over his head
If I’m up and down again tonight
Said pillow may be why he’s dead
I crave the days when grandma says,
“How ’bout the kids sleep here tonight?”
This means I will get more than
The forty winks I got last night!