For the parents...

Do you want to eat your dinner now?
I know you think the food looks gross
But mummy tried her best
And now she just wants to rest...

You used to eat your peas
And all your greens
But now you push the plate away....
Do you want to eat your dinner?
It doesn't have to be the whole dinner.

Do you want to tidy up now?
You have got out every toy
They barely last you five mins each
Something they don't warn you on the box

Its gets a little stressful
These messy rooms
Just stepping on one lego-oo
Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

Do you wanna go to bed now?
Lay down and go to sleep.
I think some mummy time is overdue:
All I've done is day is clean and wipe and poo.
I know your confused
And I am too.
When will this madness end?
Do you wanna go to bed now?
Please just go to bed now.....
I need wine 🍷

Time is cruel

As I sit and stroke your head,
My mind flips to things I could do instead-
Washing the dishes, sweeping the floor -
But still I sit for a minute more.

I frame your face,
I kiss your nose,
Count every finger,
Count all of your toes
For time is cruel and time is fast.
Soon this moment will be passed.

And I will sit and I will wish
I'd taken time to sit and kiss
Your little face,
Your button nose,
Each little finger
And your tiny toes.

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?

A year filled with gifts

January brought us a family home
February then stripping, painting and groans
March was the start of the bathroom disaster
April's DIY went a little bit faster
May meant SATs and a horror show gone wrong
June- rehearsals of Joseph's danced and songs
July said goodbye and good luck to year six
August colours were blue and white getting ready for our little light!
September blessed us with Dylan, the best gift
October- filled with nappies and endless nights
November - Dylan slept through to our delight
Which brings us to December, came round way too fast
This year's plan to make 2018 last!
Hope you all had a wonderful, loving year
And Matt, Dylan and I wish you a 2018 full of cheer!

Twas the Friday before SATs

Twas the Friday before SATs, when all through the school

Not a cheer could be heard, just a muffle from the hall

The pencils were sharpened and laid out with care

In the hope that the cleaners would leave them there

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of test papers danced in their heads

And Sir in his suit n tie and I in my dress

Just settled our brains for hopeful weekend rest

When a few rooms down, there arose a clatter

I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the classroom I flew like a flash,

There was my TA throwing posters in the trash

The words on the wall, written with such care

Gave away too many clues if the children should stare

Now all my walls, bare and white

Were a ghastly reminder, an awful sight

Monday morning bought the S. A. Ts

The children crying with nervous pleas

One standardised test for all to see

Like testing a fish by asking him to climb a tree

But soon it will pass and the fog will lift

And teachers can use their precious gift

Teaching through games and life and fun

So bring it on government tests- we're almost done! 

Why We Remember

Written as a model for my class...yup that's right I am now officially a year 6 teacher. I am hoping, now I am in a new routine and settled I can start writing again. I have missed posting. Anyways, this poem is for a Remembrance Sunday English lesson. 

Why We remember

Gnawing hunger inside my gut

Metal as cold as ice against my lips

Bland taste to ease the pain

Rations don’t go far these days

Spikes like devil horns, keeping us safe?

Mud crawls and creeps into my boots

Winter bites at my face

These trenches are a cage

Lying letters take themselves to safety

Tears escape my eyes and burn my cheeks

Feeling as lonely as a prisoner

But I am surrounded by others

Thunderous explosions rumble in the trench

Bullets rain down like hail over our heads

Fighting like beasts, falling like men

This is war, this is why we remember.

By L Warnock

No introduction needed...

Mood is up

Wait to drop

Life is good

Will it stop?

Having faith

Keeping hope

Trust myself

I can cope

No more hurt

Can't be true

I am happy...

Without you.