Thursday, December 12, 2013

Wouldn't it Be Loverly?

All I want is to sleep all night;
Not get up 'til the morning light.
No hungry mouth in sight-
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of slumber for me to reap,
Nice, soft pillow to sink in deep,
Real dreams, real rest, real sleep!
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly lying abso-bloomin'-lutely still.
I would never budge 'til sun
Shone onto the windowsill.

No more cries in the dead of night;
No more binkies dropped out of sight,
Or dreams that end in fright-
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?





She had a golden week, Miss Amelia did. Since then, it's been back to one or two feedings a night (with a smattering of Michael-coughs in-between), and I'll tell you: this mama is tired.