Went to bed last night with a head like hell
Into a deep deep sleep I fell
Not even the loud crack of thunder
Dare rouse me from my slumber
The morning I woke, head is still sore
I stand up and walk into the door
A few curses under my breath
I look in the mirror, I look like death
I eat breakfast quick, drink my tea
This is the only quiet time for me
Get all the kids up, this is manic
Trying to rush...breathe..don't panic
All dressed, fed, brushed and ready
Get in the car, drive steady
I always end up in a traffic jam
That car in front I'd love to ram
My temper I try to keep in check
Got to get to school...oh heck
Phew the kids are dropped off now
Home I go, to tidy up somehow
I hoover all three floors, polish too
Do the washing up, clean the loo
Put out the washing, tidy the toys
Pokemon cards tidied for the boys
Tidy away clothes, clear the floor
Got up quick, once again bumped into the door
Cursed again as i am rubbing my arm
God I feel I am in the funny farm
That's when I realised what the twins had done
Permanent pen everywhere, I want to run
Meanwhile downstairs my son shouts mum
Fairy cakes everywhere, crumb after crumb
I want to cry, but I daren't just yet
Puffy face, red eyes and a face all wet
Just what I need when I need to go out
All I want to do is cry and shout
But I get a cloth and clean clean clean
Trying to suppress my wanting to scream
But soon all is sorted, crisis over...gone
Hubby calls asks "what's wrong?"
I hoover up the cakes all over the floor
Hoping the hoover stays put behind the door
I sit down with the kids, to read and sing
Lots of books to me they bring
We sing lullabies and clap our hands
Into my lap my babies head lands
They are laughing and giggling too
What a day it's been, a hullabaloo
We go and do the school run yet again
I get a parking space and it starts to rain
Tea time and pandemonium returns
In our house no one ever learns
The kids are tired and I feel dead
But it's not long til they are all in bed
Then hush descends onto us all
Into my bed I decide to crawl
I don't know how long I can stay awake
But I don't think long it will take
I lay there thinking what tomorrow will bring
Hopefully no pens, fairy cakes and hoovering!
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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