Five a clock Monday morning
Woken up without a warning
#s1 and2 are vibrant full of glee
“Cereal, cereal” they demand of me
I pull myself out of bed
Down the stairs I slowly head
#2 is in my arms
#1 wants lucky charms
“Quiet, quiet” I softly plea
Do not wake #3
I drag my body back to bed
The babies call is what I dread
Awake to the cry of #3
A diaper change, she needs of me
As I quickly clean the poo
I hear the call of #2
It’s bath time now for the boys
Soapy tub full of toys
Water ends up everywhere
1 and 2 don’t even care
I shower now but not alone
#1 has an agitated tone
#2 has art to show
#3 soaking wet, head to tow
It’s off to school at 8:30
The baby is already dirty
First I drop of #2
Then #1, now I’m through
Naptime now for #3
Cleaning time for me you see
Wake up baby at 12:00
Pick up #2, we talk
Shopping now we go
With two kids we go slow
Now at home we have some fun
At 3:30 we pick up one
I make dinner, 3 kids at my feet
In walks dad, with smiles they greet
We sit down for our meal
But not without one big spill
Bath time now for the baby
She is so sweet our little lady
I lay her softly into bed
I slowly stroke her little head
Dad is gathering up the boys
#2 wants to sleep with toys
Cat Stevens dad will play
As the boys sweetly lay
The crazy day is now over
I spend some time with my lover
He is my husband smart and funny
He makes my life warm and sunny
Now as I lay in my bed
A crazy thought runs through my head
I dream of having#4
Yes I need at least one more.
The Photo above is of my children around the time I wrote this poem.....this is a photo of my children now!
So do any of you fellow bloggers see my problem..........Were the fetch is #4!!!!!!! I ask myself this Question constantly, I also ask my husband this question. We used to have mature conversations about it. I used to ask him questions like "So dearest, when do you think we could add another little angle to our heavenly home?" Now I just find myself screaming "WERE IS MY BABY!!!" Now I really don't want to be crass, but that is what I have become. The tic toc of my biological clock is slowlly driving me insane.
I will ask you....Is it sane to jump three rows in reliefsociety to grab another woman baby, and heaven forbid if that mother looks at her child...for if she does she will hear a shrill "TURN AROUND". I am not kidding, I really did this. I literally grab a baby from his frightened mothers arms and that yelled at her for looking at him..(I didn't want him to go back to her)
I really can't do anything about this situation....besides maybe drugging my man. I guess I just had to vent my frustrations. Thanks for reading Annie, Kristie,and Lori.
