Now I Lay Her Down to Sleep (the Honest Version)
Now I Lay Her Down to Sleep
(the Honest Version)
Now I lay her down to sleep,
I beg the Lord, “Eight hours, please!
May angels watch her through the night,
and keep her eyelids sealed up tight.
If she should cry before I wake,
just once, Lord, let the monitor break.”
Wishing all my fellow parents eight hours of undisturbed sleep—tonight and every night . . .
P.S. Photo credit goes to my friend Julie Moon, who is not only a talented photographer, but an organizing genius who blogs at Neat & Pretty.
In case you want to pin this, or share it with a fellow sleep-deprived mom . . . here are graphics of a boy version and girl version of this poem! Happy sleeping.
Elizabeth works from home as a writer, editor, diaper changer, baby snuggler, laundry slayer, not-so-gourmet chef, kid chauffeur, floor mopper, dog groomer, and tantrum tamer. She is always tired, but it's mostly the good kind.