by Andrew S Adams
i realize that i am nowhere near the first person
to have come to this conclusion,
but six hours with a two year old plus four hours of of sleep
while adding exactly one cigarette in those ten hours
will give you some perspective.
after i put him to sleep,
(which takes me roughly 45 minutes because
every cry is louder than the last, and i'm
too much of a sucker to ignore it and accept it
as what two year olds invariably do)
i'm scrounging through the ashtray like a fiend;
looking for stubs with enough left on the filter for
even one or two drags,
and i get to thinking
that maybe i'm not cut out for this kind of thing.
Posted on 12/09/2008
Copyright © 2020 Andrew S Adams
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 12/09/08 at 09:16 PM|
Well, the 'terrible twos' can be just that. But then 12 to 18+ isn't always a lot better. But you know, all 3 of ours has turned out well enough considering they had us for parents.
|Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/11/08 at 04:50 PM|
andrew, try being edward norton from fight club pre-support group AND a nanny, and you've got me. i understand this COMPLETELY. how funny you wrote this, and i ended up losing my cool the other day too. very nice.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/08/16 at 05:22 AM|
What's fun about this is that it was written just over 7 years ago. It would be interesting to read an update.