Sometimes I think the night will never end:
\nif it isn’t a diaper it’s a temper tantrum;
\nor wet sheets to change, a meal uneaten,
\na hated shirt, the constant disagreements—
\nbut he’s only three, you say. I say he is a
\nday I sometimes dread to face: a night all day.
\nHe has his unreasonable reasons that make
\nhis face go red when he holds his breath.
\nHe lives on air and disagreements; yet,
\nsometimes he smiles: the sun comes out,
\nand I look, mesmerized by rainbow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Peter is such a patient father; I was never so. (#1014) Continue reading