Wash the dishes, honey.
Run the laundry.
‘Cos if you wait till it’s 1 am
the water will be cold
and you will be clumsy.
Soap splashed everywhere,
the cloth clangs up
against the rack,
and the emptied ice-cream tub
is somehow
still oily.
There’s clothes still on the bed.
Strewn there from the morning
when the first load came down.
A coloured confetti of undies
and lace and cups and straps,
of tank tops and dresses and shorts to stack.
You can’t sleep while they’re on the bed.
So fold them, tuck them, and by the time you end,
it’ll definitely be past 2 am.
You’ll sleep without dreams,
wake up needing rest,
and tomorrow, half-asleep,
you’ll turn work into a nest.
Does anyone else have days like these?
When too many days
outside with others
demand a few quiet days
of rest. Alone. On your own.
Before the urge to go out takes over and you’re a completely different person demanding lights and sounds and people to entertain?
An ambivert’s problem, perhaps.
But since I’m awake and writing reminders,
knowing I’ll probably do chores late again,
remember this:
The water is cold and you can enjoy it.
The night is both dark and sprinkled with stars.
The air brings a chill and the house settles quiet.
And on my bed, in my room, I can shine and be tired.
💖🌧️
