Zombie Mornings for A Mother

It’s Saturday morning, I’ve been up since 7 am.

Why?

Because I’m a parent and my children decided it was a great idea to wake me so they could get some breakfast.

I arose like a zombie, staggering to my kitchen in hopes a monster energy could be found in the fridge. I got the kids breakfast, found the Nintendo switch for the young one and sat down at my computer. Yeah... one monster is not going to be enough this morning.

This reminded me of a poem:

Never-Ending

It is 7:30 A.M

Mommy! I’m hungry.

Time for breakfast

Dishes, then some laundry.

Ready for school.

Out to buy groceries.

Wallet left in the car.

No one is ready to get home.

Lunch time comes.

More dishes.

Someone forgot to close the sippy cup lid.

Change clothes.

More laundry.

Home from school.

Fighting begins.

Someone didn’t let the other pick the television show.

Dinner is finally here.

No one likes what I made.

More dishes.

Someone dropped their plate.

Someone hurt their toe.

Bedtime approaches.

Now someone is thirsty.

Someone fears the dark.

Finally, it’s your turn.

Now the youngest is up crying.

3 A.M, eyes finally close.

Morning alarm sounds.

It is 7:30 A.M

Mommy! I’m hungry.

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Poem Originally Published in It's Not Poetry: The Innermost Thoughts of a Stressed-Out Housewife in February 2022.

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Being a parent gives us a life filled with uncertainty. You need to be prepared for a wrench in your machine at any given moment. A call from the school, an accident in the grocery store, or an illness during an outing. These are all things we've gone through a time or two.

The most common of them all... Never knowing when you will have the luxury of sleeping in.

🧡Shine Bright, Kayla