I’m a mom

 I’m a mom.

Of course I stay up way too late just to feel like me again.
To sit in the quiet. To scroll. To snack. To breathe without someone needing something.

And yeah, I regret it in the morning.
When the alarm feels louder than usual.
When I’m pouring coffee with one eye open.
But that little piece of night?
It’s the only time that’s mine.
And sometimes, that’s just what I need to make it to the next day.