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Oh the days are long

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In 2017 I wrote this poem.
It was my cry for help.
After 3 years of being a sahm I needed to use my brain a little bit more.

When the big child started school, the little child started preschool and I started a new job.
Nearly 2 years on my brain is firing on all cylinders and it’s the best feeling. I write more, I laugh more. I still have to do all the things I wrote about as well as go to work but I can honestly say I now enjoy it (well maybe not cleaning the skid marks left on every. single. step of my cream carpeted staircase) and I do it with

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a spring in my step.
I no longer feel guilty for wanting to be away from my children and instead feel excited to come home at the end of the day.

I’m a woman who stays at home
All day long…
Oh the days are long
I’m a woman who doesn’t earn her keep
The praise is weak
For a 7 day week
I’m a mum and a nurse and a maid
I’m a cook, I’m a cleaner who can’t be arsed to get laid
I’m a woman with career on the bottom most rung
No promotion just devotion to the song to be sung
Twinkle Twinkle fucking star
But oh how loved the little ones

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are
No longer willing to cause a diversion
Let the tantrum unfold to relieve the boredom
The humdrum, monotony of another banana
Healthy snack, give me crack…you know you wanna
Save me from yet more play date farce
Chatting excitedly about wiping arse
Potty training done, well done son
Dummy fairies been and gone
Judo, swimming, drama, dance
HOW MUCH?! To teach them to preen and prance?
Rhymetime, gymtots the list goes on
Cbeebies story Mr Hardy (Oh Tom!)
Tedium with capital T
Is this life enough for me?
A far cry from what it used to
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be
Island hopping, bungy dropping
Sky diving, work skiving
Well travelled jackanory
Many a country with many a story
Life lived – past begone
Time to live another one
Nothing lasts forever, no drop of dew will stay
I’m nurturing my flowers, giving them another day
I’m honoured to be the linchpin, the axis to their world
The air they breath, the snot they sneeze
I’m living for my girls
Is this life enough for me?
It’s enough and more, it’s who I be
I’ll whinge and whine and drink wine
My brain will mush but I’ll be fine
I wake with
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a smile, no longer numb
So grateful, so thankful
I answer to muuuuuuum
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- 24 Jan 19

In 2017 I wrote this poem.
It was my cry for help.
After 3 years of being a sahm I needed to use my brain a little bit more.

When the big child started school, the little child started preschool and I started a new job.
Nearly 2 years on my brain is firing on all cylinders and it’s the best feeling. I write more, I laugh more. I still have to do all the things I wrote about as well as go to work but I can honestly say I now enjoy it (well maybe not cleaning the skid marks left on every. single. step of my cream carpeted staircase) and I do it with a spring in my step.
I no longer feel guilty for wanting to be away from my children and instead feel excited to come home at the end of the day.

I’m a woman who stays at home
All day long…
Oh the days are long
I’m a woman who doesn’t earn her keep
The praise is weak
For a 7 day week
I’m a mum and a nurse and a maid
I’m a cook, I’m a cleaner who can’t be arsed to get laid
I’m a woman with career on the bottom most rung
No promotion just devotion to the song to be sung
Twinkle Twinkle fucking star
But oh how loved the little ones are
No longer willing to cause a diversion
Let the tantrum unfold to relieve the boredom
The humdrum, monotony of another banana
Healthy snack, give me crack…you know you wanna
Save me from yet more play date farce
Chatting excitedly about wiping arse
Potty training done, well done son
Dummy fairies been and gone
Judo, swimming, drama, dance
HOW MUCH?! To teach them to preen and prance?
Rhymetime, gymtots the list goes on
Cbeebies story Mr Hardy (Oh Tom!)
Tedium with capital T
Is this life enough for me?
A far cry from what it used to be
Island hopping, bungy dropping
Sky diving, work skiving
Well travelled jackanory
Many a country with many a story
Life lived – past begone
Time to live another one
Nothing lasts forever, no drop of dew will stay
I’m nurturing my flowers, giving them another day
I’m honoured to be the linchpin, the axis to their world
The air they breath, the snot they sneeze
I’m living for my girls
Is this life enough for me?
It’s enough and more, it’s who I be
I’ll whinge and whine and drink wine
My brain will mush but I’ll be fine
I wake with a smile, no longer numb
So grateful, so thankful
I answer to muuuuuuum

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