triplets

The babies’ screams grow louder and more persistent, eventually rousing her from a deep slumber.
“If they don’t shut up in a minute………….” She mutters irritably to herself.
She pulls the pillow over her head to try and drawn out the infernal racket.
It doesn’t work the cries seem louder, still.
She can’t take it anymore. She hasn’t slept for days; she needs to sleep to keep the last piece of her sanity.
She throws back the duvet, stumbles out of bed and gropes for the door in the darkness.
She makes her way slowly down the dimly lit hallway, the noise of the cries becoming louder with every step she takes.
She finally reaches the babies room; the screams are so ear piercingly loud she cannot hear herself think.
She slowly makes her way over to the sideboard and grabs three dummies.
She then leans over and puts a dummy in each of the babies’ mouths, and finally the cries have ceased.
She silently moves her across the room and out of the door and back to her bedroom, once again stumbling in to bed.
She pulls the duvet over herself and snuggles down, her eyes begin to shut and she finally succumbs to sleep.
An hour later the screams begin again, louder and more persistent then before.
She lets out a groan.
There's something to be said-she thinks-to women who say that babies are a blessing from god. To her she feels god is punishing her.
Triplets are hell.