Friday, February 18, 2005
Post On Call Blues
Regardless of the workload the night had to offer, you come home knackered, whacked, shattered.
The sleep had been taken out of the equation, but you still have to carry on the next day because you still have to function like people, smile like people, eat like people and put up with errands that come with the definition of existence.
It’s like taking the ‘n’ out of autumn. It will still sound the same. There’s still winter to follow, and spring to bloom and summer to scorch bare bodies. There are leaves to rake, dry breeze that cracks lips and utter confusion in the wardrobe department.
How do people do it with another person to get sleeping pattern synchronised with and perhaps with a little one who’d happily crawl up begging to be picked up, demands to have bottoms dried and tummy filled? What if the little one’s staple diet is what’s come out of your mammary glands? ..and all you want to do is crawl into bed?
Now I am properly losing my marbles. TGIF.
The sleep had been taken out of the equation, but you still have to carry on the next day because you still have to function like people, smile like people, eat like people and put up with errands that come with the definition of existence.
It’s like taking the ‘n’ out of autumn. It will still sound the same. There’s still winter to follow, and spring to bloom and summer to scorch bare bodies. There are leaves to rake, dry breeze that cracks lips and utter confusion in the wardrobe department.
How do people do it with another person to get sleeping pattern synchronised with and perhaps with a little one who’d happily crawl up begging to be picked up, demands to have bottoms dried and tummy filled? What if the little one’s staple diet is what’s come out of your mammary glands? ..and all you want to do is crawl into bed?
Now I am properly losing my marbles. TGIF.
