Friday, October 7, 2011

Y3W: Running on Fumes

I am sleep deprived. I can't remember where I put stuff.
I am sleep deprived. I haven't had enough!
I can't remember the words to describe what's in my head.
While I'm staring at my computer I am really wishing I were in bed!

My baby gets up all through the night
I jab at my husband and start a fight
"She's not hungry, here, just hold her! I've been up since two!"
"What? You've got to be kidding! I have no earthly idea what to do!"

In the morning, I fumble to shower and look great
but make-up won't cover up a face in this state.
Dark circles and huge bags can be seen under my eyes
I'm secretly plotting my husband's demise.
In my office, at work, I try to be productive
but, damn, the thought of my bed seems so seductive
I try my best to get through the day,
but constant yawning and thoughts of sleepy land manage to get in the way.

Every night before bed, I think "this night will be different,"
but then 2am rolls around and I start to hear movement.
I'd give my right arm for 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep
but by the time I get back to it the alarm is sounding beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

1 comment:

Tammy said...

Awwww, I remember those days all too well. Hang in there!

Cute poem though.. and it surely made me giggle. (sorry!)