A Day in the Life of a Busy Mum

A little cry drifts down the hall
announcing Janes 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 Amys has a fall
Two more loads will do today,
A bigger machine, I really need.

There now she soothes, stroking Amys locks.

Tim and Robbie are almost five.
Will their fighting ever end?
At least next year theyll 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
Judys baby isnt sleeping,
Shes so tied she wants to cry.

Its 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,
Its time to feed our baby Jane.

Mummys here she s smiles, giving Jane a gentle rock.

Jane is finally fed and bathed,
and its only half past eight!
Little Amys far too quiet
last week she escaped through the gate!

I need to remind Tom to fix that lock.

Now theres someone at the door,
Tim and Robbie run down the hall
Oh dear, Robbies lost another shoe,
He lost the last pair at the mall.

‘Come on,’ she calls, lets answer that knock.

Enoch really has a lot of zest,
being quite the noisy guest
Hes 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, Amys made her wall all brown.

Peek-a-boo! She surprises little Amy wearing Mummys 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 Janes awake
Perhaps Tom will order pizza for tea.
Sigh存he never did get time to bake his birthday cake.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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