Escape the madness

Published by Lydia Richmond on

This past fall, I started back to full time out of the house work for the first time in over 8 years. I’d quit face-to-face teaching to stay at home when we were having our second child. After he was born, we had two more in pretty quick succession and built our own personal army that often rises up against us. Honestly, it is madness around here on pretty much a daily basis, and we revel in the days that feel picturesque.

While those perfect days are few and far between, every day is, quite seriously, perfect. We have beautiful, healthy children and a gorgeous house. We both have jobs that are pretty amazing, and we’re in love. What else could we need?

Well, maybe a few moments of silence would help.

Escape the Madness

Snow day!
Tornado day!
I’m hungry!
No sleeping in on Saturday.
Can’t wake up Monday through Friday.
Fisticuffs
Fortnite
Spilled juice
Can I have a snack?
Ruined papers
Laundry…
…forgotten
Rewash with vinegar
Dishes
More dishes
Dried ketchup and oatmeal
Is there any food?
Cat litter on the floor
Dog hair on my pants
Bathroom audience
Silence…a joke
We’re out of chips!
Dirt, sand, mud, trash
Screams, tears, pouts, tantrums
Madness.
“In a few short years, you’ll hate the silence.”
“Enjoy it while you can.”
“It goes by in the blink of an eye.”
“The days are long but the years are short.”
All true.
Still madness.


This month’s poetry linkup theme is Escape. I clearly took liberty with the topic. Check out what my fellow poetic bloggy friends created:

“Can’t Just Go” from Karen at Baking in a Tornado

“The Great Escape” from Dawn of Spatulas on Parade

“Escaped” from Diane of On the Border

 


4 Comments

Karen BakingInATornado · February 12, 2020 at 10:35 am

So much said in so few words, you took me on a trip down memory lane.

Dawn aka Spatulas On Parade · February 12, 2020 at 2:39 pm

Oh how I well remember the days filled with a classroom full of kids and two little ones at home. So much to do and so little time. It is truly a labor of love.

messymimi · February 13, 2020 at 6:53 pm

Oh, so true! Ours are grown now. They come back, be warned.

Diane · February 14, 2020 at 8:32 am

Brilliant! And so evocative! And soooo true!

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