When The Lights Go Out: A Poem

Posted by Kristi Gilbert

When the lights go out in my house, things don't always become calm.
In fact, they become more chaotic, as if someone pulled an alarm.

When the windows are closed as the house gets ready for bed, nobody else gets that luxury because the baby just hit her head.

When the lights go out, I desire a sense of peace. Instead, I'm rewarded with a toilet covered in pee.

When the hush of the curtains closing shut fills the air and you feel the silence begin, it's rudely interrupted by the screaming of the preschooler's video request: "AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!"

When the lights go out, I yearn for the joy of cuddling my spouse. Unforunately, I'm lucky if I don't trip over every toy in the house.

When it seems as though control has been established and you gaze into your lover's eyes, the baby throws up in the crib again for the one million and umpteenth time.

When the lights go out in my house and for the children I try to create a scheduled bed time, I learn my lesson the 36th time and say, "Screw it. Let's open some wine."

Anyone else have crazy night schedules?

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