I go to bed with worry
and lie restless with worry
Until the worrying subsides
Just enough
To let my consciousness
Fade away.
Then my oldest pees the bed,
Not once, but twice.
Then my youngest wakes screaming
So my wife puts him in bed with us.
Eventually my other son gets in bed,
and so it's a goddamn party
At two in the morning,
My oldest snoring so loud
That the windows rattle,
While my youngest flops around
And talks to himself
For over two hours.
Every time I edge close to sleep,
He bats it way with a leg kick,
A face slap,
Or a question as to my presence in bed.
What kind of sick CIA torture
Is this shit?
I would kill somebody for the chance
To have a week's worth of uninterrupted
Sleep.
Such is the parent's lament.
This is the price we pay
For having the next generation.
Save us, youth.
Please be worth it.
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