{"id":128821,"date":"2023-09-02T11:15:33","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:15:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128821"},"modified":"2023-09-02T12:08:06","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:08:06","slug":"hour-2-ten-years-ago-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-2-ten-years-ago-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 2: Ten years ago&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I closed my eyes, invisible to the world,<br \/>\nI felt at peace, his darkness my escape blanket<br \/>\nI drifted off in to a deep slumber<br \/>\nDreamt of fairies and sunshine and quiet<br \/>\nWhen the piercing ring of the alarm sounded like the death knell<br \/>\nThey had plucked me from the warm lap of the night<br \/>\nAnd shoved me in to the scorching bosom of the brilliant day<br \/>\nThe infant wailed, the toddler screamed<br \/>\nThe sink beckoned me with its dirty dishes<br \/>\nPiles of clothes stood everywhere, like the leaning tower of Pisa<br \/>\nI ran out of bed, infant on my hip, toddler tailing me<br \/>\nI cooked, I mopped, I cleaned, I fed<br \/>\nIt was twilight when my rumbling stomach reminded<br \/>\nMe of an act of self-service called eating<br \/>\nI checked the kitchen for food but found only ingredients<br \/>\nHusband sailed in from office early, my savior<br \/>\nI pounced upon the blueberry cheesecake and hot Chinese<br \/>\nI ignored the mess that was my house and my life<br \/>\nI had decided this was permanent<br \/>\nBut alas! Nothing is ever so<br \/>\nThe ten years have flown away<br \/>\nThe house is no longer messy or reverberating with wails and screams<br \/>\nEverything is in its place; it is too quiet<br \/>\nO! That I would give an arm and a leg, to conjure it all back&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I closed my eyes, invisible to the world, I felt at peace, his darkness my escape blanket I drifted off in to a deep slumber Dreamt of fairies and sunshine and quiet When the piercing ring of the alarm sounded like the death knell They&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4553,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-128821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128821","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4553"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128821"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129647,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128821\/revisions\/129647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}