Tag Archives: Sleep

Bidding goodnight to the dink

Bidding goodnight to the dink

I’m letting go but I’m holding you close. Arching your back as the sun sleeps, begging me, pleading as you can do at two years old, for your nightly “dinky duss.” For all 842 days and nights of your life, it’s been this way. Except for this unexceptional, anticlimactic night upon which I’ve decided to… Read more

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood is wishing a Tuesday were a Friday. It’s sleeping beside a puddle of vomit with a towel thrown on the top and it’s nursing until my nipples feel on fire. It’s scrapes from dirty fingernails down my chest. It’s taking a day off work though I can’t afford to, and taking… Read more

When you’re unconcious

When you’re unconcious

I’d have a thousand children if only they could stay unconscious. Asleep, just like this, in this bed. A conscious child is one type of marvel, but a sleeping kid is cool on a whole other level. When my children sleep I am my best version of me- my proudest me, my most loving me.… Read more

Night life

Night life

It’s 9pm and by the light of the moon I remove the baler twine with a tug, and toss a square bale of hay over the fence to feed our cows. Shove, shove, munch, munch, I listen as our female asserts her dominance over her two sons who wait patiently by her side for their… Read more

There were four in the bed

There were four in the bed

It’s dark out now, and with a crunch my rubber boots touch down into the skiff of snow on the deck. With our wood bag in hand, the moonlight guides me out the door and down the stairs, toward the barn and the cat chorale. As I fill my bag with wood from the pile,… Read more

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