Caught up in them

I’m caught up in them.

You’ll find me sitting up in bed under dim lighting and sprawled sheets at night feeding him every few hours.

I’ll be reading to her while tending to him in the same position on the green couch in the living room much of the day.

I’ll be changing nappies, washing little clothes, and wiping pencil marks off walls during the moments that allow me my own hands.

I’m caught up in them.

I’ll watch him longer than I need to because the way he curls up to sleep on me, smiles with his eyes closed and makes little sleeping noises is infectious.

I’ll play with her past her normal bedtime because the time we have on our own now is lesser, I want to enjoy her too and these are our little moments to cherish.

I’ll be thinking about them, scrolling through photos and talking about them like we haven’t been together for days whenever we’re not together for the shortest time.
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I’m caught up in them.

I’ll leave my coffee and toast to go cold because he needs a nappy change, she needs a kiss better, or if all I need is a moment wrapped up in everything they are.

I’ll forget to use conditioner, to put the bins out or about the washing on the line because I’m too busy thinking about them during the moments that I have my own mind.

I’ll take longer to finish what I start, to tick things off the list or to do anything needing to be done because they come first right now but won’t always need to.

I’m caught up in them.

The way he cries for me and then settles when we touch, the way she says “mum and dad” when she first wakes up, the way they both take from me every moment of every day but give me even more is my daily fuel.

This is why I’m caught.

And this why I’ll be caught up in them for as long as they will let me.

I’m caught up in them.