Friday 30 November 2018

Today I Washed a Nappy

So life has changed again and I now am the proud mum of two! This poem is inspired and merged with one from the Facebook group Motherlode and a post from Katy Dillon! I have her permission to post this with her verses and my own!

Enjoy....


Today I washed a nappy.

Today I washed a nappy
Not the reusable kind
I pulled it out
Gave a shout
I must be losing my mind!

Like a tissue in the washing machine
But this 10 times as bad
Flecks of white on everything
I must be going mad

It's baby brain, it's baby brain!
Of course, I'm told this daily
It has to be the baby brain
With the daft things I do lately

This excuse is no comfort
I used to be quite smart
Now sleep deprived, no time to think
I've got stupid down to an art

What happened to my common sense
My brain, my identity?
Supposed to be a responsible parent
Yet such a liability

I cannot be the only one
There have to be more out there
Remembering to shower but
Forgetting to use shampoo in your hair

Pouring the freshly made bottle
Down the kitchen sink
Making that cup of tea
You never get to drink

My partner thinks I'm crazy
And we'll get burgled any day
Leaving the keys in our front door
"Hey burglars, easy one this way!"

Preparing a meal so organised
Didn't turn on the oven
Potatoes left to over-boil
It's like suffering with concussion!

Nappies changed so what's that smell
Coming from the cot?
A day old bottle, some stale sick
Or something else I forgot?

Dreading the text you inevitably get
What time shall we meet?
Had I arranged that for today,
Flipping mothers meet and greet?

Packing up the changing bag
Baby wipes, nappies and spare clothes check
Yet the whole time knowing
There's something you'll neglect

How many more of these will happen
Like opening the front door with the car key
Changing the channel with my phone
Unboiled water in my coffee

Every day more surprised
At the stupid errors I make
Getting so sick and tired of repeating each mistake

Today I washed a nappy
I'm still in disbelief
But the kids are fed
No-one's dead,
So isn't that a relief?