In my family,
That follows rules valiantly,
Morning hours are treated as sacred,
Over generations this tradition hasn’t faded.
But change is life’s norm,
That’s why I birthed a storm,
My darling angel despises mornings,
Finding it annoying & warring.
From refusing to budge,
Even when tempted with aroma of fresh fudge,
To waking cranky,
Doing things as she fancy.
The house is in panic,
I ‘m acting like a manic.
The argument ensues,
From brushing to finding shoes,
All prep goes waste,
I spend every moment in chafe.
The bitter aftertaste,
Inspired me to cultivate,
A plan with consensus,
Restoring peace at nexus.
I let go of my desire of order,
I chose to surrender,
She promised to abide,
When I granted her power to decide.
Showers were scheduled to evenings,
Mornings now had fewer offerings,
She was in control of the alarm,
I was hoping for the storm to calm.
With a hiccup here,
And a stumble there,
We stepped out of the nightmare,
Following rules fair & square.
I had my peace,
She was lazy in the sheets,
Still we made it on time,
With joy & smiles to chime.
4 thoughts on “Restoring Morning Order”
We are morning persons. My sister used to yell at me because I used to get up early, she was forced to get early by my father.
Same pinch Saritha, I too have been a morning person forever and so is Pari. It is just that she gets lazy in mornings on school days that lead to the friction which I’m glad I have finally fixed to a great extent 🙂
Awww that’s adorable. She controlling the alarm! I ama grown-up version of Pari 😉
Whoa! So glad to meet the grown-up Pari in you ❤
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