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Forty Eight Hours

a bed of winter leaves

Forty-eight hours. They’ve dragged by at a snail’s pace between episodes of nose wiping, eye drying and the frantic hydration of tiny bodies. Racing from room to room with tissues, drinks, blankets and warm, loving hugs you would think that the hours would pass much quicker, yet one glance at the clock says otherwise.

Forty-eight hours these red and tired eyes have been open. At the critical moment – on the very edge of that cliff that promises to throw me deep down into the depths of sleep – a cry, a whimper, a chain of coughs call me back and I pull my protesting body back up over those rocks and do my duty as the mother that I am.

But oh how I long for that dark, echoing place where slumber waits. Down there on a bed of crisp wintering leaves, I say “Good eve” to my long suffering muse. There she waits with arms outstretched and dreams upon her brow. Her hair glistens with night frost while her eyes are deep pools of sparkling promise. Dreams and words and the flow of inspiration lives here. If I strain my ears hard enough I might pick up a whisper on the cold night air, or the faint sound of laughter from a happier place.

Yet the image fades as reality beckons and I shake off the clutches of sister sleep, bidding farewell to that quiet and sacred place.

Forty-eight hours. They’ve dragged by at a snail’s pace.

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Hello you! I'm Stacey, a self-confessed nerd, Tolkien fanatic, devourer of Pimms and a technological magpie. I mainly blog about parenting three Hobbits, however I'm slowly breaking free of the Shire in search of my freelancing fortune.

14 Comments

  1. its the worse thing ever when little ones are really poorly i do sympathise and not getting much sleep makes the woirry an time pass by so much more slowly and painfully. i hope little one soon gets back to full health and you get some much needed rest x x
    love the photo x

  2. Aly

    *passes ale and scones* Big hugs Stacey. It’s always crappy when one gets ill then passes it on to another child or adult.I hope you get a break and aren’t doing it all on your own.

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