sundays are, by far,
the longest days, but they are
also the best days.
Month: October 2015
saturday nap.
tired and touched out,
my eyelids finally droop
and we’re both asleep.
fire drill.
she trembles and cries
as the bell rings in her ears.
he extends his hand.
leftovers.
sometimes i can cook.
when i do, i cook a lot
and eat it for days.
when my husband comes home.
i’m so glad you’re home!
you’re my favorite person
in the whole, wide world.
insomnia.
it’s the loneliest
feeling being the only
one awake at night.
slow-cooker problems.
the aroma swells
within my nostrils all day.
my stomach’s growling.
sunday nap.
the only sound i
hear is the rhythmic breathing
of my two babies.
nursing to sleep.
long eyelashes lie
daintily atop his two
round, porcelain cheeks.
enough.
fueled by diet coke 