TWAS a Monday lunchtime and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Well all that is true, with the exception of one,
some call me Clare, Erin knows me as mum.
It’s a common occurrence in the Hitchings abode,
that when everyone naps I’m on work mode.
Whether it’s checking my emails, or writing my blog,
doing the ironing or cleaning the bog
There’s lots to do when the baby’s asleep,
with some precious moments myself to keep.
I wonder sometimes whether I should have a nap,
but I’m rarely that tired and if I did that,
I might well wake up to a whole lot of mess,
no emails answered, a lost hour fruitless.
As I’m writing this ditty, Peppa Pig’s in full swing,
I’m hoping the little lady finds it tiring
Peppa tends to be the final straw
if In The Night Garden has failed to bore,
this ball full of energy who just ten minutes ago
was racing around the lounge, with no signs she would slow.
With bedtime looming and dinner to eat, I’m delighted to say that pig worked a treat.
I just popped the little lady down in her cot,
and kissed her forehead thinking whether or not,
she’ll sleep through the night, or be up with a start,
at 2am just cause she needed to….find her dummy!
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