The Dad

I thought the lack of sleep wouldn’t bother
me. I always did know that the mother
would expect me to get up in the night,
her being the main breadwinner and all that,

but I didn’t know how wearing that would
be. Exhausting! Nor had I understood
quite how keen she’d be to get herself back
behind her desk. Well away from baby
and from end-of-his-tether-stressed-out me.

Pushing the pram can feel like an uphill
struggle, I can tell you. It makes me ill.
I am often left holding the baby
but things will look up is what they tell me.

The responsibility is scary.
I feel sure that’s what’s made my hair fall out.


Daddy, Can I Turn This?

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