So both the boys are full of cold
and I feel tired, and sad and old.
My days been spent in a snotty haze
working through a toy filled maze.
Wipe a bum and plug a nose
clean some gooey crap off my toes.
Mop some wee up off the floor
while Bear shrieks shock me to the core.
Stop the Boy from throwing a fit
about being asked to sit.
Stop him from throwing toys
try to stop him making noise.
Go to prod and poke the dinner
dreaming dreams of being thinner.
Look down at pyjama legs
and drain my tea right to the dregs.
Times ticked on, it's half past three
I'm not the Mum I thought I'd be.
I haven't sewed nor cleaned nor baked
we're not yet dressed for goodness sake.
Ah well, it's nearly time for bed
there's books begging to be read.
Half an hour then try to sleep
convincing Bear not to weep.
He hates his bed, he hates his teeth
we hate them too the damn sleep thieves.
He grabs his toy and snuggles up
here's the moments that I love.
Right my boys, it's time to go
Boy, don't, hang on, just no!
Tidy up, toys away
ready to scatter, another day.