A little cry drifts down the hall
announcing Jane’s awake—
Breakfast dishes partly done,
Just a small sacrifice to make.
‘Share’, she says, stepping over twins and blocks.
The washing machine begins to shake
And little Amy’s has a fall—
Two more loads will do today,
A bigger machine, I really need.
‘There now’ she soothes, stroking Amy’s locks.
Tim and Robbie are almost five.
Will their fighting ever end?
At least next year they’ll go to school,
to miss them she could not pretend.
‘Coming,’ she sighs, picking up a pair of socks.
The telephone rings in her room
She grabs it as she passes by—
Judy’s baby isn’t sleeping,
She’s so tied she wants to cry.
‘It’s ok’ she smiles, ‘I can mind your little Enoch.’
Amy wants to change her clothes
and play out in the rain.
‘Not right now my little one,
It’s time to feed our baby Jane.’
‘Mummy’s here’, she s smiles, giving Jane a gentle rock.
Jane is finally fed and bathed,
and it’s only half past eight!
Little Amy’s far too quiet…
last week she escaped through the gate!
I need to remind Tom to fix that lock.
Now there’s someone at the door,
Tim and Robbie run down the hall—
Oh dear, Robbie’s lost another shoe,
He lost the last pair at the mall.
‘Come on,’ she calls, ‘let’s answer that knock.’
Enoch really has a lot of zest,
being quite the noisy guest—
He’s into this and into that,
She hopes poor Judy gets some rest.
‘Lunch time’, she announces, glancing at the clock.
Macaroni is a lunchtime favorite,
Followed by cup of juice…
Looks like more dishes will have to wait,
Where does her morning go?
‘Wash you face,’ she laughs. ‘You gave me quite a shock.’
Enoch forgot to bring his bedtime toy,
It took a while to calm him down—
The twins woke up tired and cranky,
Oh dear, Amy’s made her wall all … brown.
Peek-a-boo!’ She surprises little Amy wearing Mummy’s frock.
Chaos reigns in an afternoon frenzy,
Toys and books spread everywhere—
Judy looks a whole lot better,
She even found the time to brush her hair.
‘Daddy will be home soon boys, so put away your blocks.’
A little cry drifts down the hall,
Announcing Jane’s awake…
Perhaps Tom will order pizza for tea.
Sigh…she never did get time to bake his birthday cake.
© Chrissy Siggee
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3 thoughts on “A Day in the Life of a Busy Mum”
Shew on the go. 🙌❤️
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I can feel how stressed and tired she is!
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