T’is The Night Before (A Children’s Story)

Posted by on Dec 15, 2011 in Funny, Life in Laos | 12 comments

It’s 8, and Mama Bear gives a yawn
She’s very tired, she’s been up since dawn
All day Baby Bear needed loving and feeding
Up and down he set emotions stampeding
She goes to bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, three, four… Mama Bear is asleep

It’s 10, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
Drums and cymbals and music, hark!
These are sounds she is daily dreading
The loud late strains of a Lao wedding
She lies in bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, three, fifty… Mama Bear is asleep

It’s 12, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
Papa Bear’s snoring sounds not like a lark
She tugs his arms down from over his head
Papa Bear sighs and rolls over instead
She lies in bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, three, eighty… Mama Bear is asleep

It’s 1, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
This time she hears a familiar dog bark
Zulu has chased a cat up a tree
And is leaping around in a wild frenzy
She lies in bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, three hundred… Mama Bear is asleep

It’s 2, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
Baby Bear moans, stirs, and lets out a sqwark
Mama Bear leans over and hands him his dummy
It’s a 24-hour job, this being a mummy
She lies in bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, four hundred… Mama Bear is asleep

It’s 3, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
“It’s morning! It’s morning!” the roosters remark
Mama Bear thinks about chicken pot pie
And how she wishes the roosters would die
She lies in bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, five hundred… Mama Bear is asleep

It’s 4, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
She hears a buzz, the mosquito trademark
Little legs brush her cheek like lace
She swipes, misses, and hits her own face
She lies in bed, she begins to count sheep
One, two, eight hundred… [beep beep beep beep]

It’s 5, and Mama Bear wakes in the dark
It’s Baby Bear again, a wee hungry shark
She rises and reaches for her little boy
He gives a sudden, toothless, grin of joy
She picks him up, she kisses his head
She thinks, “this is almost, maybe, better than bed.”

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12 Comments

  1. It’s 11pm, awake well after dark
    The Bean has a cold so his breathing goes SNARK
    I wish that I was asleep like a log
    Instead I enjoyed your excellent blog
    It’s the rooster stanza instead of the sheep
    That will keep me smiling ’til I fall asleep

    • Snark, ha ha ha … Although, sorry that the bean has a cold. That’s not cool at all. I’m not looking forward to our first cold. I hope you got some sleep (without any roosters) last night.

  2. Love love love this. Get some sleep if/when ya can! Xoxoxo

    • Thanks, friend. Hoping some Christmas cheer is present in your household. Sending hugs.

  3. Its 7pm & not yet dark
    But baby bear has awoken
    And beginning to bark.
    Mama bear put down her meal
    Climbs the stairs
    To go & see why the squeal.
    Baby bear sits up crying, his face all red
    All he wants is a cuddle
    In his mama’s bed.
    But cuddles won’t sooth baby for long
    And Mama think of Ferber
    She tries to be strong.
    After 11 long months Mama bear needs a rest
    Even though she loves baby
    & toddler bear best.

    Made me smile Lisa! And most importantly
    It made me smile on a day and at a time I really needed it. Thank you xx

    • Mama think of Ferber
      She tries to be strong.

      Love this. You made me smile, too. And after having to WALK our little bear to sleep last night (not once, mind you, but FOUR times) I needed it too. I have no idea what his problem was last night but it took four walkings and two late night feedings for him to finally settle after 10. That’s never happened before.

  4. So . . . I love it. LOVE love it. But am also slightly just the merest bit jealous that you can be such an amazing writer and, you know, *rhyme* with a new baby and no sleep. YOU. ARE. MY. HERO. xo

    • Thank you. I can do single syllable words quite well at the moment, it’s more than one syllable, complicated sentences, and abstract thinking that I struggle with (as well as remembering to do basic things like eat breakfast) :). So, curious. Did you take the [beep beep] line as implied profanity? That’s how I meant it, but a number of people have said they totally missed it.

  5. Roosters in the early morning hours should be eaten for the next morning’s dinner. For sure.

    • These roosters don’t just confine themselves to the early morning hours, they crow at random times, but they’re particularly vocal between 3:30 and 9:30am.

  6. Alas, I too missed the profanity. I was thinking more along the lines of alarm clock. 🙂

    • Shoot, that’s what Mike thought. Maybe I should replace them all with “bleep”. Darn it, don’t you hate it when your fav line doesn’t work?

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