(Written during lockdown)
I think I say the same things at roughly the same time Every day. Often starting the day with “Poppet it’s early, come and lie down in my bed for a bit” “I won’t lie down I’ll sit up” you say “Ok sit up and play with your toys while I lie down” “I want you to sit up too Mummy” And so the day begins When I’ve given into the fact I won’t go back to sleep, We get up. We do a 15 minutes Joe Wicks high intensity workout “Mummy I wonder if he’ll have a pony tail today” And you’re pleased to see he does. “Grab a drink Mummy” “Hang on a sec, we’ve only just started” “Come on mummy you can do it” You say as you push my back and poke my ear I say thank yous to keep you in a good mood While trying to keep my cool. After battling my way through physical harshness And flashes of intense emotions At an unreasonable hour in the morning Our workout is complete. More predictable interactions anchor our morning “Can I watch the Clangers?” “After breakfast” “No now” “After breakfast, it’ll be ready in a minute” “Muuuuuuum” And we continue Our predictable morning routine With 5 minutes to go before we leave for nursery You predictably need a poo I try to keep my cool “Chill with the will Mummy” I think to myself I didn’t know I said that Enough for you to remember it. We finally tumble out of our front door “What a dark, grim day” you say quickly followed by “It’s only rain, we can still have fun” And you skip off down the road “Mind the poo, go around it” you shout And I hear my voice in your voice As the day has begun, ready to set sail For another day The same day Just a few hours on.
little voices 