Oh dear. Oh my. It can't be that time already?
I look at the clock with dread filled eyes.
I had to check it twice to make sure it told no lies.
The battle ready, the table set with forks and spoons laid out.
Oh how I do hope they shovel them into their mouths!
Now it's time to fetch them and make them sit down.
Sighing, I stare hard at the ground.
Ok mommy you can do this! This is your battle ground!
Watching them eating with little frowns.
The spaghetti goes flying,
as I catch their eyes in glee with faces smiling.
I feel like crying.
There is spaghetti everywhere.
I even got noddles in my hair!
"Better eat your food, or mommy will send you to your room."
With forlorn eyes they eat what's left on their plates.
Hoping that it's not to late.
That they will still get time to play.
Sighing at the end of round one, I begin round two.
They whine, they cry, they shout as if it's their doom.
Off to their rooms they go,
wishing it was some kind joke.
With tired filled eyes, they put up a fight.
But mommy knows best and turns off the lights.
As their cries settle down,
being replace with snoring sounds.
I go to reap my rewards of dishes pile sky high.
I set off to work, heaving another big sigh.
Hour spent scrubbing the floor,
when I hear that dreaded word.
"But mommy I got to pee!"
So much for battle two, now it's on to battle number three...
