When my kids fight,
I used to erupt in frustration
but now I transform
into a sloth version
of myself,
almost immobile,
an occasional word or two
oozing out of me
in slow motion,
which either makes my children
laugh and stop fighting
or not,
but either way,
by the time I have regained
my regular pulse,
I am remarkably
well-rested.
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