Diary of a solo mother Pack things in, there’s no time for error You’re away at Granny’s for 48 hours A list of things to do builds up in my head All I really want to do is curl up in bed But with so much to do each and every day Time filled with tidying and putting things away I ponder what if I didn’t go out What if I didn’t get up What if I stayed in bed What if I slept for 48 hours What if I didn’t contact friends What if I didn’t make arrangements What if, what if, what if... But time is precious and too good to loose So pack in what I can in the order I choose And I enjoy every moment Knowing you are doing the same And soon enough we’ll be together again.
little voices 