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