The Return of Imperfect Fridays

Imperfect Fridays need to make a comeback. They must.

I wrote this poem-ish-thing. I don’t write poems, really, so it’s a bit chaotic… like the story being told in it.  It’s about many of our every day struggles, a schedule of how our days feel sometimes.

Morning

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Messy hair,
Untied shoes,
I don’t remember the last time I showered.

Go fast, I say,
Hurry, I yell,
Now, we’re late.

Afternoon

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Three o’clock, late again,
How was your day?
…please can it be bedtime yet?

Stand still, smile nicely,
Click,
One to blog.

Evening

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Tantrum,
Almost ready,
Time to eat.

May I be excused please?
Wipe hands, wipe face,
Tantrum.

Bedtime

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I am finished, emptied, exhausted,
Please not my turn,
My turn.

Diaper change,
Brush teeth,
Goodnight.

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