Last night, Spencer was awake until 12:30 or 1 am…again. He actually fell asleep at 11 on Chris’s lap, but when I moved him to his bed he woke up with more energy. Crap.

So this morning, after all the chaos had ended from the boys and they were on the bus headed to school, my mind wandered as I smoked half a cigarette.

to the tune of “Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda.”

Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda

You say sleep but

I don’t wanna

So I’m kickin’ and I’m screamin’

Even though you wish that I was dreamin’

Hello Mudda Hello Fadda

You look tired

What’s the matta?

You seem cranky

I don’t know why

Isn’t midnight such a lovely playtime?

Lovely Mudda, Darling Fadda

You say lay down

I say no and

grab a paper and a crayon

Look at all the pictures I am makin’.

Sleepy Mudda, Droopy Fadda

Your eyes are red and

your temper’s shorter

I am yelling, playing, hitting,

Squealing through the living room and kitchen.

Love you Mudda, Love you Fadda

Want to go play

With my bruddas

Jump on beds and make a ruckus

Color on the bedroom walls with markas.

Fadda Mudda, Mudda Fadda

It’s so quiet

and the light’s off

Where’s the TV? Where are Einsteins?

Watch me kick and scream and yell and whine.

Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda

Eyes are droopin’

Playing’s harda

I’m not sleepy, I’m not tired

You can’t make me sleep if i don’t wanna.

ZZZZZZ