Why can’t we ever just do nothing?
It is always something
Even laid up on the couch watching a movie
Someone is moving
Talking
Crunching
Slurping
Why can’t we ever just do nothing?
On a Monday morning before the hustle
can’t we sit still and leave the leaves to rustle
Can’t we just drink our tea
Peacefully
Without reheating it constantly
Can’t we ever just stop
And sit
Why does someone always need to shit
At the most inopportune time
Why is it so hard to just unwind
With wine
Without someone knocking it over
And then the moment is lost
And the stain is a reminder that this is not the end
We have years and years of moving limbs that do not want to bend
and I’m supposed to say
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Just to reassure you
That I’m not a bad mum
And that I love my kids to death
But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love a quiet morning in bed
or an afternoon under a tree
just me
I’d even be willing to share it with you
with all four of you
hell the whole household including the dog
But only if you promise to lay still like logs
no jumping like frogs
no pinching each other
don’t ask me for water or snacks or a pillow
just be still
Wouldn’t that be something?
Why can’t we ever just do nothing?
T x
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