Humour, Poetry A Cinquain About How Sundays Aren’t What They Used To Be For Some Reason by James • January 10, 2021 Sunday A day of rest Maybe breakfast in bed But if you live with a toddler Less so Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInRedditPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Want a little lie in, breakfast in bed? Childs play.
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A lot of child’s play yes
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It’s amazing the intensity with which you love a child — and miss the old days before the child.
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It is strange how emphatically you can experience both of those feelings simultaneously yes
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Breakfast
Never in bed
Consider who you live with
The toddler changes everything
So Sad
Laugh On.
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As long as there is breakfast somewhere I’ll be ok
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