Friday, November 13, 2009

Ode to Sleep


Oh, precious sleep, how I miss thee
The hours upon my pillow spent,
When dreams were left to roam free,
And REM cycles heaven sent.
Alas, our union was not to last,
Shattered by wails with no end,
Baby bottles, burp cloths, and diaper pails.
Sleep - a thing of the past,
Until we meet again my friend,
Starbucks must suffice to cure my ails.




~Trigger Happy Halliday


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4 comments:

Wendy Roberts said...

Awwwww such a cutie patootie!!!

Refhater said...

He's adorable!

TerriOsburn said...

Sooo cute. May there be naps in your future.

Phyllis Bourne said...

Ahhh, what a sweet boy!

Hope you're able to sneak a nap too.