Well Mindy, I have to disagree! The sunrise is one thing keeping me going of late. Whether I want to see it or not we are all wide awake at 4:50am in the Desert. We have lived here for a few years now and we have got used to the beautiful noise that comes from the mosques. We normally don’t hear the calling to prayer at this time but recently it has become louder and neither Littlelove can go back to sleep with it.
The result is a Mammy who is emotionally drained, two Littleloves that think 7am is lunch time, a house that looks like a bomb site and early tearful bedtimes. Thankfully if I walk out of my front door there is Costa and if I walk out of my back door I fall into Starbucks. I genuinely don’t know how people survive if they can’t drink coffee- I literally could be sponsored by either of them at the moment.
Enough of my blabbing!!
This poem below is called Sleepless Nights and was written so beautifully by Kylie from Pickles and Prods. I have fallen in love with it and truly believe if I hadn’t come across it today- I would have lost the run of myself!
You call for me at midnight,
You call for me at four.
Sometimes with a gurgle,
More often with a roar.The night is big and lonely,
And you are oh so small.
You’d like to see your mummy.
And so, my love, you call.It’s late and I am sleepy,
And so, my love, I grumble.
And as I pick you up again
You hear my tired mumble.But nonetheless I hold you,
Rock you back to sleep.
I promised I’d be there for you;
A promise that I’ll keep.Then maybe later down the track,
(In eighteen years or more!)
You’ll call me once again, my love,
At two, or three, or four.And once again I’ll grumble,
I’ll moan that it is late.
But I’ll always come and find you,
I’ll never make you wait.And there might come a day,
When you’re a parent too.
And in the middle of the night
Your child will call for you.And then you’ll understand
That precious love so deep.
You wouldn’t trade it in
For a thousand nights of sleep.Yet sometimes you’ll be tired,
You’ll think you’ve had enough.
Then you can call on me, my love;
Sleepless nights are tough.Whether you’re a baby,
Or when you’re fully grown.
You can always call on me, my love,
You’ll never be alone.And though there’ll come a day
When we will be apart.
You still can always call on me;
I will live on in your heart.
If you tell me after no sleep and reading this poem that you did not get a lump in your throat, then I will have to assume you are lying. She nailed it!
I hate to be one of these mothers that says “it won’t be for long” but it is true! I can already see that our littlest who has just turned 3 is growing out of the baby phase and turning into a little girl. Don’t get me started on the almost 7 year old who could be 86 the way she holds a conversation. We are lucky. I have to keep telling myself this for my own sanity!
We have two Littleloves who are pretty spectacular. The sleepless nights won’t last forever… Right??
Happy Wednesday! Have a Wine! Because.. Winenot!