I had one of those days where your toddler decides to throw a tantrum whilst on the potty and then decides to throw that potty, filled with her wees... at you... yep one of them days.
Being at my lowest of lows I decided to go for a walk and let off some steam with the little devils angels and couldn't help notice all the childless people looking Oh So bright and bushy tailed with their groomed hair and matching socks. My tired brain started to think of them as freedom... they have freedom... they are the Freedom Walkers. This poem is a warning to them and a Holla to all my mamas who can revel in my woes...
Freedom Walkers
Freedom walker ill start with number one, its suppose to begin as the moon pulls down the sun.
You feel that tired sensation finally take sweep,
all you want to do is lie down your weary bones.......and sleep.
This basic human need that helps us thrive
is when your little one really comes alive.
They want booby and bottle all night long, no amount of rocking can calm them,
not even a lullaby song!
Stop your late night shenanigans and partying till dawn,
soon you'll be plagued with endless yawns.
So start banking up those Zzzed's and cherishing those blissful hours tucked up in bed...
For as hard as it may seem,
all that beauty sleep you so love will be nothing but a distant dream.
The baby finally settles...
lying horizontally in your bed...
Leaving no room at all to rest your sleepy head.
Theres a hand in your hair and a foot in your ear, a toe up your nose and a finger thats about to impose.
But it's not over yet because when they finally sleep no slumber can prevail as one tiny movement from you and they scream and they wail!!
Number two.. Well, is all about poo..
That glorious gift you still have,
of being able to eliminate alone, upon your enamel throne.
No curious eyes watching as you sat, asking questions like " why mummy does mine look like this and yours looks like that..?"
No little hands trying to help wipe your bits, no constipation from being at the end of your wits!
No interruptions before you are done, no little person with the toilet paper on the run.
Enjoy your sacred time little freedom walker
before too long you'll have your own little gawker!
Number three u see is important to me
it's about eating when your HUNGRY!
Oh freedom walker how I envy thee!
Here's a little secret and please take note,
When you feel the pang to eat you'll barely get the chance to sit upon your seat,
For every mother knows that each time they go to take a bite
a little cry or "I want yours!" comes from the mouth of the little mite.
Yes, Just when you need your energy the most,
you find yourself eating nothing but day old, cold burnt toast
A cup of tea you say?
Sure, why not..
Just don't expect to drink any of it resembling hot.
Love Astrid x
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