‘Twas The Day After New Years…

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While we can’t tell you what’s on our New Year’s resolution list (because we don’t really have one), we can definitely tell you what’s not- Sleep! Welcome to 2017. Here’s to hopefully getting more rest this year…but probably not!

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‘Twas the day after New Year’s,
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring,
we’d just trapped the last mouse.

Dishes and dirty laundry strewn here and there,
in hopes that our teenagers would begin to care.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
with white noise machines humming next to their heads.
Dad in his slippers, I still in my clothes
had just settled down to hopefully doze.

When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away from my bedroom I flew like a flash,
tripped over clean laundry, hit the floor with a smash.

When what to my weary eyes should appear
but a miniature bed wetter, a distraught little dear.
My little darling might end up sick.
He needed dry jammies, I must act quick.

More rapid than eagles, my resolve came.
I must sort this laundry, I gave each basket a name.
Now Rachel! Now Krystal!
Noelle and Jaala!
On, Andre! On, Eli!
On Jacob and Samuel!

To the top of the dresser, baskets stacked up the wall
Fold them away! Hang them away!
Put them away all!

As dry sheets that before the wild clothes line fly,
when they meet with a child who will not stay dry.
So down to the laundry room I flew,
with a basket of wet laundry, and my little one too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the stairs
the tip-toeing of feet without grown-up cares.
As I started the washer and was turning around,
into the kitchen, my children came with a bound.

They were dressed head to toe,
Not a matching one in the bunch,
they wanted to skip breakfast
and go straight to lunch.

Their eyes how they twinkled, their giggles how merry,
the exhaustion inside me did not tarry.
I spoke not a word but went straight to my work,
warmed last night’s pizza and sighed like a jerk.

Then remembering my blessings who were standing right there,
I checked my attitude and gave a good long stare.
They are perfectly perfect in every way,
so with that realization in mind, I gratefully started New Years Day.

One day they’ll be grown and move out of sight.
Dishes and laundry will be done and I’ll sleep tight.
Happy New Year to all!
Try to get some sleep tonight.

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  • Love the poem! Ours was good. My wife got invited to sing at a New Year’s Eve Gala. Then rushed to our baby sitters house with 3 min to spare and brought in the new year with the kids.

    • Kristin Berry

      That sounds crazy and fun!

    • Wow! A New Year’s Gala…. good times. And I thought staying home in PJ’s was the best way to spend NYE! Have a blessed 2015 Dustin! ~ M

      • Don’t get me wrong We like staying at home too but this year happened to be more eventful. You have a great 2015 as well.

  • Kym Faulkner

    Very sweet poem.

    • Kristin Berry

      Thank you!

  • Dee

    LOL! That’s excellent Kristin! A good sense of humor really helps when raising children…especially on those early mornings. And love…lots of love.
    My daughter let her kidlets stay up til 9 our time, and watch the televised ball drop in NYC then it was off to bed for the kids and quiet jammy time for the grownups. 😉

    • Kristin Berry

      Thank you! It sounds like you had a great New Years Eve too! Ours stayed up way too late and obviously got up way too early!

  • Allisonm

    LOL! The bed wetter and the mountains of urine-soaked laundry in your poem just about sparked a PTSD reaction for a minute there. I used to do twenty loads of laundry a week in soiled bedding, clothing, shoes, stuffed animals, etc., before I even thought of getting the rest of the laundry started. As long as we don’t make our son sleep in a bed, he doesn’t wet anymore. Thank you, God!

    We, too, spent a quiet evening at home watching movies or having precious time to read something frivolous and fun. On New Years Day, I got through two-thirds of the dirty dishes and even took down the Christmas tree. That puts me way ahead of the game!

    • Kristin Berry

      Ha Ha! I think I may have bedwetter PTSD one day as well! Sounds like our families are a lot alike 🙂