Slice of Life 2022-Day 12
I sit here on the couch, listening to the pitter patter of feet running around upstairs.
I sit here on the couch, listening to the shouts and giggles of 7 little girls.
I sit here on the couch, listening to the excitement as they run and play together.
I sit here on the couch, wondering if the girls are ever going to calm down.
I sit here on the couch, feeling very tired, knowing my night is far from over.
I sit here on the couch, trying to remember if this is what my sleepover parties sounded like.
I sit here on the couch, thinking it’s time to bring the girls back downstairs to finish the movie.
I sit here on the couch, not wanting to be the downer of a mom.
I sit here on the couch, knowing Isabella is having a blast with her friends.
I sit here on the couch, not believing Isabella will soon be nine years old.
I sit here on the couch, unsure of what to do next.
I sit here in the couch, suddenly there is a stillness and quiet.
I sit here on the couch, willing myself to get up, to tell the girls it’s time to finish watching the movie.
I love poems with repeating lines…and ‘I sit here on the couch’ is a great one when writing about family around you. 🙂
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Thank you!
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I dread the girl sleepovers only because I want to go to sleep -lol. I am sure your daughter had a blast!
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Same! I learned some valuable lessons!
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You captured the realities of hosting a sleepover. Favorite memories
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It has been stressful and exhausting!
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